Pillow War

Late night whispers turning into shouts,

Two queens of the castle sorting it out.

Feathers flying high, tumbling to the floor,

Neither one’s backing down, they’re ready for more.

It’s not about anger, it’s not about hate,

Just two strong hearts that can’t quite relate.

Every slam, every push, every playful bite,

Turns the battleground into laughter tonight.

Girls fighting in the bedroom,

But it’s just lightning in the dark.

Throwing sparks across the carpet,

Leaving scratches, leaving marks.

Not a war—it’s a wildfire,

Burning hot and burning true.

Girls fighting in the bedroom,

Is just another way they prove.

Hair’s a little tangled, eyes are shining wild,

They look more like rivals than sweet and mild.

But underneath the chaos, something’s understood—

Love dressed up like battle can still feel good.

When the storm dies down, silence fills the air,

They’re lying side by side, both too tired to care.

The fight fades to laughter, the scars fade away,

Two warriors at rest ‘til the break of day.

Girls fighting in the bedroom,

It’s a story that they write.

From the crashing to the clashing,

To the making up all night.

It’s not a war—it’s a wildfire,

Burning fierce and burning true.

Girls fighting in the bedroom,

Is just another way they move.