Pillow Closet

I sink my head every night,
With thoughts so heavy to my plight.
A support to every little girl,
it moulds the way I want it to curl.

It lives a slow death with every punch,
of anger or certainty of desperate longing crush.
It seeps in every tear that hides all day,

And locks the wet secrets until the morning of a new day.

It breathes with me as the lights turn out,
Stores my screams with a deep sunken shout.
It locks away all the secrets I share,
Would never let the world know I feel so spare.

I know you would never lay an emotional trap,
Because you can store as many thoughts I want to tap.
You were always there for me since my cradle days,
To just keep my secrets in your closet to never remind me of them in anyway...