Every night ...I suffer a battle

My pillow and Your shoulder

My pillow keeps saying:

Oh poor girl … come rest your head on my lap

I’ll caress your hair... smell your scent

Open the dream gate

You’ll be there with him

To walk, talk, flirt, love…

You can do the impossible

Sin and pray

Love who hates

Fly high

…

Your shoulder whispers:

Dreams will always be dreams

Rest your head so I can kiss your eyes

Embrace your soul and hear your breath

Let me shape your thoughts

So when you’ll surrender to your pillow

I’ll be making your dream

I’m your reality and your dream

…

Every night … I suffer this battle

…

..Suz ..