This is a reply to Shaquille Haynes' note- "Not Just A Pillow"
i am not just a pillow...i am the place you lay your head.
Even though when he was here you treated me as if i were dead
you lay your head on this pillow...you say of him you constantly dream.
But you must realise it was me who comforted you long before him.
you sank your head into this pillow...but your memoried of him wont retreat.
You couldn't understand but instead blamed me and resorted to the sheet.
you tried at this sheet...it was brown in colour reminding you of his skin.
But haven't you realised this is the same sheet that had you wrapped up with him.
you turned to the sheet...it felt like the warmth of his body.
I wonder if you weren't warm before he came to make your life feel sorry.
you left the bed...it made you think of him.
But you would not think of the pain the pillow and sheet were feeling.
you picked up the phone...you know you wanted to call.
But you knew that he would just hurt you and cause your heart to fall.
you were jumped by the busy tone...and i am glad you realised
The guy that you were falling for was just a possession and not a prize.
you come back to bed...and decide that pillow and sheet were not your friend.
but it is this same very sheet and pillow who were with you to the end.
You cry in this bed...asking why Shaq why? feeling like you would die.
But I ask why Shaq would you waste time with someone who made you cry.
You sleep in this bed...dreaming, sweating as you toss and turn.
But this is one of those many lessons you have to learn.
You wake up in this bed...lying by yourself probably wondering why he made you so blue.
This sheet and pillow don't care because we love you!!
