I promised another poem before bed, granted I guess it could be cheating that I posted this one too late/too early so it counts for the 12th, but I'll be doing some writing later today and hopefully I'll put up a good one later on. Here's something to tide people over.
Blanket:
It is my night skin
warm and worn.
Wrapped around tight,
preventing chills of the night.
warm and worn.
Wrapped around tight,
preventing chills of the night.
It’s soft and smells
like detergent,
and other times of love and happiness.
It’s all I need to escape
and for dreams to take shape.
It’s my blanket,
it is my night skin.
and other times of love and happiness.
It’s all I need to escape
and for dreams to take shape.
It’s my blanket,
it is my night skin.
No comments:
Post a Comment