Tears On My Pillow Song Novels & Stories

you regret for your life ou I gave you my heart I gave you my soul but you bring me a lie ou I promised you girl want to be my side wanna hold you tonight cause I don't need no body hear me please I'm crying cause I care baby don't go you promise me you never gonna leave and stay forever and you try na hurt me with your lies you feeling better every single time I have tried too late when I be gone girl I can't move on baby feeling alone now I can't find no one like you and I don't need no body hear me please iam crying cause I care baby don't go girl I can't move on after listening to his song tears started rolling from eyes I don't want anyone to notice it I ran towards washroom iam crying

I smelled the fragrance of his perfume that was left on the sheets. A sudden flood of tears fell as I thought about tomorrow. Will this happen again? Or osit a sign that Zeb will no longer be mine? I fixed the bed, and I decided to go to my room just next to Zeb's room. I took a bath and wore my sleeping gown so I could rest. I can no longer go back to the party because Zeb already made an excuse about it. I fell asleep. I thought I was dreaming when someone kissed my cheeks so gently.

And that’s when the tears come. I sob uncontrollably into my pillow, the pain spilling out of me in raw, broken cries. My chest hurts, physically aches, and I clutch it, trying to soothe the burn of heartbreak. My tears soak the sheets beneath me, but I don’t care. I cry harder, wishing I could just fall asleep and never wake up.

This is an upgrade by any account. I find an empty bed and drop my backpack on the pillow. I let myself flop down and close my eyes. Before I fall asleep, I feel a tear slide down my face. I want to wipe it away, but it seems like it deserves its moment.

CARLY WOODS POV Laying in the comfort of my bed, I pulled the warm covers over my face as I stared into the bright sky with an ample amount of stars scattered around the night sky through the open window. The moon shined brightly like headlights on the interstate, a direct opposite of the gloomy and dejected state I was stuck in, silent tears soaking into my pillow. I was in my fluffy maroon PJs, my hair sprawling lazily across my purple pillow that was steadily drinking in my painful tears, as I hugged my knee trying to comfort myself enough at how the last forty-eight hours of my life turned out.

Pumipikit-pikit pa ang aking mga mata habang sinasabayan ang intro ng kanyang kantang pillowtalk. I'm seeing the pain, seeing the pleasure Nobody but you, 'body but me 'Body but us, bodies together I love to hold you close, tonight and always I love to wake up next to you I love to hold you close, tonight and always I love to wake up next to you So we'll piss off the neighbors In the place that feels the tears The place to lose your fears Yeah, reckless behavior A place that is so pure, so dirty and raw In the bed all day, bed all day, bed all day

I lay on my side, facing the wall, my body curling in on itself like a wounded thing. Tears slipped from my eyes, silent and steady. I didn’t sob. I didn’t have the strength for it. The tears just came, warm and relentless, trailing across my cheeks and soaking into the pillow until exhaustion pulled me under. Sleep claimed me in silence, and the shift still dripped faintly in the other room.

And that’s what he’s been doing, he continues to take advantage and take and take and it stops now. Pushing away from the door, I crawled on my bed, I got my AirPods off the charging dock and slipped them into my ears hitting play on the last song I’d been listening to, Doja Cat raspy voice blasts into my ears and my eyes fall closed. I wanted to sleep, forget that this night never happened. I rolled over, slapping the pillow under my head to flatten it. Then I turn to my other side. My eyes slipping open. I knew what this sudden tightness in my throat meant, it was the tell tale sigh of holding back bitter tears.

Morning light was streaming in and the sparkling blue sea was hazy through the sheer white panels shrouding the window. Luke was nowhere to be seen. On his pillow she saw his iPod. There was a note in his masculine left-handed scrawl: Play me. She smiled to herself. Putting the ear buds into her ears, she pressed play. She listened to the song he'd cued up for her, Fall Into Me by Emerson Drive. By the first chorus, tears were rolling down her cheeks. Again. She pressed repeat when it was over.

The song he sang for me in the phone, which he said was written for me. I sat back to my seat but honestly each words and each tunes were touching my heart like so badly. What is wrong with me ? His voice was giving a shivers to me and a unknown emotions that compelled my eyes to well up and drop down the tears. A tears of happiness, a tear of emotions and a tear of being loved. I constantly couldn't stop myself from tearing down and wiping away the tears from my face and ...it was really hard to hold now. The whole song, I did was stare him, like he would walk away tomorrow from me.