Ode To My Pillow - Poem by Erica Burke
Dearest pillow that is in my bed,
Why do we seldom meet?
For on you tonight I will rest my head,
And I’ll hope that it’ll be sweet.
Your softness is what draws me in,
Again, and yet once again.
Like a giant bunny tail,
My love for you is sin.
Then, and only then,
Into dreams can I smoothly sail.
In my mind all these were shoved.
I will please you to say,
That I will return,
After this long day.
But remain as a fern,
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