THE FLIPSIDE OF THE PILLOW
You’re like the flip side of the pillow;
On a hot and sultry night.
A comfort to me,
When things,
Aren't going right.
The yin,
To my yang.
The words to a song,
Yet to be sang.
The salt,
Upon my fries.
The passion,
In my sighs.
When the heat,
Returns once more.
I just flip the pillow,
To the cool side.
To find you;
Once again at my door.
Always there;
On you I can depend.
So much more to me;
Then just a friend.
Until one day,
All I’m left with:
Is this cold pillow,
Where I lay my head.
With a heart grown cold,
Feeling dead.
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