pillow

I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.

I was recently living more comfortably surrounded by secrets... Like dozens of luxurious satiny pillows, they were embracing me from all directions into safe lulling warmth, thus isolating me from the sharp dead-cold edges of the truth hiding behind their endearingly smooth textures and tender soothing colours.Secrets could be so irresistibly beautiful...

My pillows are dreaming, not me.With my eyes closed I only try to feel how they dream.

give mea pillow of strongever-dependable shouldersthat i can bury my head in.

Extend your commitment to your family members. Have respect for elders and be nice to them.they are your soft pillow

My heart can feel the softness of a starOnly when the moon stays afar I lay my mind on the pillow of skyWhere sleep dares not ever to pry

She threw herself across her bed, weeping into a pillow. She knew just what she wanted -- the desire was a fierce ache inside her. But fiercer still was the knowledge that it was beyond the reach of a female.

You have been the pillowI lay my weary soul upon

If you leave your dreams on your pillow, you might as well just stay in bed. To make dreams come true you__e got to get up and take action.

Mmmm_ stay._ Her voice was barely audible, as she grazed her lips against mine and her head fell back against the pillow into a deep sleep.

A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow.

I don't have any superstitions, but what I always travel with is my pillow and my coffee.

There were times when I had great times with my brothers, pillow fights and things, but I was, used to always cry from loneliness.

love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers

What pillow can one have like a good conscience?

I have my gun and my bible under my pillow, having to fight physically and spiritually is a foregone conclusion, I will kill whoever comes to kill me, no mercy.

A rain like melting pillows_a rain so beautifulI could neverhave let go ofif not certainthat someday...it would find its wayinto my poem.