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Pillow Talk
If only my pillow could talk..
I wonder now and then
Would it tell the truth?
Would it be honest like me?
If I asked my pillow
How many times I’ve soaked my eyes in it
It may throw a number or two
If I asked my pillow
How many nights
I’ve beaten the hell out of it
There would be no answer
If I begged my pillow for forgiveness
From years of mistreatment and neglect
I imagine it would try to reply
But such words would be muffled by my head
My pillow never once failed to listen
On nights I stayed up late
Or didn’t take my medicine
My pillow carried me to sleep
And now that it’s my turn to listen
I fear my pillow will not speak
I wonder now and then
Would it tell the truth?
Would it be honest like me?
If I asked my pillow
How many times I’ve soaked my eyes in it
It may throw a number or two
If I asked my pillow
How many nights
I’ve beaten the hell out of it
There would be no answer
If I begged my pillow for forgiveness
From years of mistreatment and neglect
I imagine it would try to reply
But such words would be muffled by my head
My pillow never once failed to listen
On nights I stayed up late
Or didn’t take my medicine
My pillow carried me to sleep
And now that it’s my turn to listen
I fear my pillow will not speak
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