Whenever I use you as a pillow,
I feel like I am descending into a cloud,
a cloud of dreams that I'll get lost in
if I stay afloat.
I feel like I'm laying on a hard,
yet soft surface and when you wrap your arm(s)
around me you'll keep me safe from the darkness.
My brain finally shuts down and
I can hear your heartbeat as it slows,
unless you're laughing,
then I feel a soft rumble like a massage.
You are a pillow I don't need to fluff,
soft as a feather,
hard as rock.
A/N
This was the answer to a friend's question, but it kind of got poetic so I decided I'd put it as a poem in this book. You know who you are -.-
Poem in context below:
Ehem. *clears throat* Whenever I use you as a pillow, I feel like I am descending into a cloud, a cloud of dreams that I'll get lost in if I stay afloat. I feel like I'm laying on a hard, yet soft surface and when you wrap your arm(s) around me you'll keep me safe from the darkness. My brain finally shuts down and I can hear your heartbeat as it slows, unless you're laughing then I feel a soft rumble like a massage. You are a pillow I don't need to fluff, soft as a feather, hard as rock. Boom! *drops mic*
Gamn this shizzle got poetic! I am sooo using this in a book I write. I just turned romantic ah snap! *snaps and grins like a looney tune*