If the pillow could talk, oh what tales it would tell,
Of secrets whispered and dreams that befell,
Of comfort sought in the still of the night,
And worries eased till the morning light.
It’s been a confidant to many a soul,
Heard whispered fears and stories untold,
A silent witness to moments of bliss,
And tears shed in moments of miss.
Oh, the secrets that the pillow keeps,
As we lay down to rest and into slumber we seep,
Tales that are hidden from the light of day,
In the soft embrace of the pillow, they stay.