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Pillow

I cry with my face burrowed in the pillow
I scream , and i sob , and i whine
Im scared that if the walls hear my screams
They will crumble down
They will shatter the last pieces of my heart
The last pieces that grieve for you
I let out a slight sight
And the walls shake like in a hurricane
Theyre scared they beg me to stop
Even they know they cant take it
How can my heart deal with it
Yet your love shaked all my heart
And it still wants more
Even if its in pieces it says
"If its from you, i can take much more"


I cry with my face burrowed in the pillow
Im scared the floor wont be as strong as my heart
If the floor heard one little sob of mine
It would shatter like glass under pressure
The cement is not like my heart
My heart still beats and loves you
Under all this pressure it beats for you
Oh my foolish heart
Still stronger than the cement under me
Shattered into little pieces yet it still beats for you

I cry with my face burrowed in the pillow
Not even the pillow cant take my whines
Says "im made of soft plush not cement nor steel"
Yet my heart thats made of flesh and blood
Says "If its from him i can take much more"
My foolish heart is actually brave
Whats it been throught and it still wants more

I cant cry with my face burrowed in the pillow
Even the pillow cant take my cries
So i stop, and so does my heart
" if its from him i can still take more" it says
Still with that brave beating inside my chest
" Not anymore " i reply
The walls cant take more
The floor cant take more
The pillow cant take anymore

Now theres nowhere to burrow my face to cry
And if the world hears my screams, sobs , whines
It will tumble down with my heart
I dont care about me nor my heart nor even the world
I care enough for him,
Just so i wont shatter his world
I will keep the screams sobs and whines inside
I will give them to my heart
I will let my heart burrow its face in my tissue
The ribs are strong not like the walls
The skin is strong not like the floor
The soul is strong not like the pillow
But the heart is still weak, just like the house

Written by Idontknowhowtofeel
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Author's Note
I let my heart on the keyboard
To open its chest and write what i cant say....
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