My Precious Memory
By Klara
Published 28 September 2011
You hold my secrets
And my tears,
You hold my life
and my fears,
all alone for hours
was new now old
I’ll never let you go
Went in the wash to get clean
You are loved by me.
His eyes stare at you with a weary face
It looks like he has done something wrong
I look, nothing is out of place
Must be having a joke.
He’s by my side night and day
I think about him in every way
I wish he was a person
Yes I do, but I love him so.
My pillow.
