Tears On My Pillow Poem by BRUCE MARTONE
Tears On My Pillow
THERE ARE TEARS ON MY PILLOW
WHERE YOUR INPRINT USE TO BE
AND THERE IS SADNESS IN MY HEART
WHERE YOUR PICTURE STOOD
ON MY NIGHT STAND FACING ME
AND THERE A CHILL IN THE AIR
WHERE YOUR STONE SITS
ALONG WITH THE FLOWERS
THAT HAVE DIE ALONG WITH YOU
AND ALL I GOT LEFT OF YOU IS YOUR SEED
THAT I CHERISH MONTH AFTER MONTH
THE ONLY THING THAT KEEPS ME
FROM FEELING BLUE
SINCE I LOST YOU
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