The Coldside of The Pillow
She laid her head on the coldside of the bedit was everything but warm, atleast thats what she said
she pulled the covers over her and closed her eyes
then rolled over to the otherside and kissed me goodnight
She was waiting for the coldside of the pillow
she was fadin' like the memories, of the swing hangin' from the willow
the tree now cracked and old, it's bark keeps it comforted from the shiverin' cold
She knew that she didn't have long, all her tears were nearly gone
dried up like the summer pool, she waited for the kids to get home from school
She left a note underneath her pillow, here are my dreams that withered like the willow
here are my last few memories before winter strikes, a tear fills my eyes and I refelct upon my life
So when I got back the home was bare, the pillow was cold her scent no longer there
Was this all she had left me, or was there more to this
She moved on with her life, without even one last kiss
I couldn't bear the pain, it was all too much
I missed her beauty, her scent and her sweet touch
Was this but a dream, a nightmare in which I didn't scream
the coldness now flowed through my veins, the pillow dry of the tear stains
Where was the warmth I missed, those sweet lips I use to kiss
they were no longer here with me and now I can clearly see
I feel the coldside of her pillow everynight....................................
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