when i push my ear against the pillow
i can hear the words i once said
pillowtalk
different people
erased with fresh lavender sheets
brand new bedding
cold
pillowsilent
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Author:
tyler wyatt (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 3rd, 2021 20:17
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maybe, it's time to whisper yourself a different tune of self-owned lullaby's
to comfort and nurture what warmth you have to call upon from within,
then maybe: that 'fated' other will be drawn to that furnace you've armed yourself with
or maybe - not...
maybe, your pillow will be forced to reenvisage its learned melodies of trust
and intrust in that truth, that you're brave enough to traverse this life, alone - if need be
but never enforced to subjugate yourself to misery's chosen vassal of perceived loneliness...
(thanks for inspiring my scribbled reply,
I apologise if you find my insistence on acceptance and positivity as adversely 'toxic': that was never my intent)
Happy New year
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