- My pillow is soaked
By all the tears that
I let out doing night
My hands fisted in
Knuckles in white
Nails digging into
The skin of palms
I'm sorry that I
Can't keep it in
That I cry now
Into my pillow
But I need you
Here with me
To be able to
Sleep tonight
Your heartbeat
Is my only lullaby
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Night & Day
Poetry»He needed her affection of love and she needed his heartbeats to fall asleep«
