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Pillow – A Friend Who Comforts

Sep 28, 2022
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By Tanyaa Sarkar



I sit in the corner and watch you cry, Wish that I could do something to wipe your eyes dry.

I sit there and wait patiently for you, To comfort you and say that it’s okay Only if I knew, What goes on in your head for you to be this sad, Nevertheless, you sob into me till I make you glad.




Sweet dreams at night to you I’m glad to give, Don’t worry, for all your mistakes I’ll blindly forgive. I’ll be there for you in your gladness and sorrow, Under your head till the dawn of tomorrow.

I’ll make you smile while you peacefully sleep, I hope you forgive me for all the nightmares that made you weep. I’ll shield you from misery and from everything bad, All your problems, troubles and worries, I will understand.

Life isn’t fair, and I hope that you know, That I’ll be there for you whenever you feel low. At the end of the day I am just a pillow, But I have the power to make your worries diminish to a zero.

I see no difference between me and a knight, We both take beatings and we both fight. The only difference is they fight for what is true. And I sit there under your head and I fight for you.

You may scream, shout and weep into me, But I’ll dry your tears till you are carefree. A day might come when you move on and forget me, But never forget that I brought you glee.

When no one else could,I stood by your side, And till you hugged me, waited calmly till bedtime. I may be just a cushion for your comfort, But remember, all your sorrows into joy I could convert.

I’m just a pillow… I’m just a pillow



By Tanyaa Sarkar




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