9 August 2012
Soft little pillow Where I rest my head, How you must be filled with dreams... That my mind unknowing sheds. Why is it I only remember The unuseful bits I do? I suppose you're keeping back the story, And leaving me only the clue. Soft little pillow, How you ready me for bed... And those dreams that you have stored... To the sandman you have me led.
©Odd
Pillow • Opuss № I