My pillows are my friends
Even when I have none, they are always there They cuddle me and support me, and make me feel loved They caress my curves in all the right places They dry my tears Ease my fears Hold my dreams Talk softly and sweetly And never abandon me, whether it’s light or dark My pillows hold my fantasies And keep me from falling They sustain me in a dream-like state Half alert, half awake They buffer me from the bumps of life And the hard surface of my cell phone When I realize that you will not call
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She walked steadily and surely
As her figure waited for her down the aisle White and petals scattered everywhere Her eyes focused on her forever She inched herself along the way As she got closer his figure seemed fainter The colors started to fade And her vision became blurred But with conviction she stayed Determined to make it past the mirage At the altar it was clear That it was not in her head But God had a bigger reason for him instead The vows they practiced still lingered in her mind The gifts he gave still flooded her heart But now looking back she’s come to realize That being honest was always the hardest part Snow flakes fall on melted hearts
Burned by the cold Left on the ground Hearts pump empty dreams of old age and companionship Greyed by desperation Children play dress up Moms and dads Never grow In this world You wait for the love that is Not yours To savor The life you wanted Tomorrow is not promised So you cry Letting go is the hardest part If you let go What will you have to replace The love You always wanted? Hope against hope Try against trying Will beyond willing He’ll stay Or you’ll change The aisle looms close in the distance Steps away from forever Those eyes looked at you with Such passion But they are the only place where it stayed She loved so much.
She loved profusely. Every morning she woke, every breath she took, was bathed in love. Love of her friends, her family, and all of her life’s challenges, because they brought her to the point of being able to realize her love. She loved the people in her life and the deeds they did for her. She loved men, brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers. She loved children. She loved happiness. She loved fearlessness. She loved community. She loved him. She loved the sorrows of her past. She loved wholesomely. She loved well. She healed. She hoped. She soared. She sang. She forgave. And she lived. |
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