Thy Pillow, Holds The Dearest TearsA Poem by Tevin Smith
He pondered at the thought of you as he laid in his bed that night, hoping and praying to see the day,when you'll love him no matter the trouble he might ignite. tossing and turning, dreaming of you, so sweet, a little slice of heaven, opening his eyes to see if the fantasy came true. tears bursting from the eyes of this poor soul, only to realize it was just a mere dream, this wild imagination of his, made him forget the roles of reality, enduring many nights as sleepless as can be, just simply thinking of what could be. laugh if you must and think its weird, but the mere sight of you; those eyes, those lips! longing for the day to caress them both, oh! an untold bliss, a gaze for a gaze: a kiss for a kiss. My dear, you may never know the tears i have shed for those dreams and thoughts i swear, or how many secrets beholds my bed. I may have shed a thousand tears before, very far: very near, but "Thy Pillow Holds the dearest Tears." Thy pillow knows it all, keeps it all @Tevin Smith J
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