Wet Pillows

Sometimes for a broken heart

Sometimes for dreams that tore apart

When emotions were played with and feelings were tossed

When hatred was triumphant and love had lost

My pillow was the shoulder I cried on

Some days when things were too tough

Some days when twenty four hours weren’t just enough

When a futile attempt to freeze the fleeting time was wasted

When the bitterness of defeat was tasted

My pillow was where my tears had dried on

Sometimes when I slept in despair

Some days I woke up to a situation beyond repair

When the hours and time seemed unceasingly seamless

When all seemed useless and needless

Wet pillows were all I had

They rested my head when I was sad