The Pillow

There is a great difference

Between your pillow and I...

The pillow is smart, I am shy...

Houses are among the fences...

Always I am lost on your bed,

I don’t know why you eat the pillow,

Everything I watch through the mirror

And this scene let me very sad...

Of course this pillow must be a dream

Then I am out of this strange team

Because my little eyes aren’t blue...

Your room is nervous... It’s not food,

On the bed only one thing is good,

To make love whole night with you!

Written by Ivan de Oliveira Melo