A Feather Pillow
© jhene erwin 2003 all rights reserved
Looking back on history,
blood line marked with harm and mystery.
Sorting fact from fallacy.
Breaking thoughts that are limiting.
A feather pillow in a synthetic world.
A gentle place between a boy and a girl.
The object of desire
draws you into the fire.
Tired of your resistance
to a familiar circumstance.
A feather pillow in a synthetic world.
A gentle place between a boy and a girl.
Mistaking this rush for love.
Running in to amp the buzz.
The rush’s hit is hard.
Resistance easy to discard.
Life’s answer infects your blood
and carries you on it’s lie.
Feels so good.
Feels so right.
The moon sweeps the star lit sky.
The gaping hole in your heart.
Yearns to tear your love apart.
Quiet thoughts elude.
Desperation exudes.
The burn is fast.
It never lasts.
You can barely breathe.
You can barely breathe.
A feather pillow in a synthetic world.
A gentle place between a boy and a girl.
