Tears Against My Pillow

• Hannah Hicks, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2011

Tears fall on my pillow, soft and warm at night, still do
'Cause i always seem to think of you, you and only you
What we were back then, is not the same as now
I often wonder to myself, on those nights against my pillow
If things might be different, different if you knew
Knew the way i felt with you, how happy you made me feel
But now i think you just don't care, it's obvious in your stare
Maybe you never did, i guess i'll never know
Because now that love is buried, nothing more to show
Now this pain I feel,I have to hide it far away
You can’t see it during day,but at night it comes to play
It haunts me,all those memories,faintly just a dream
Now all that it does,It just makes me want to scream