blanket
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Sometimes I just want to wrap myself in poetry.
Curl into a ball so small you hardly notice as you pass by.
Curl up inside the stanzas
Cozily cocooned in imagery
Allow myself to be swallowed by it
Hot cocoa burned
Lesson learned
Rotten milk
Blanket of silk
Flightless birds
Spoken words
Chilly night
Candle light
Chocolate tainted
A prank elated
Laughter, smiles
Worn and torn, you have been through all, Happily by my side since I was small.
Intricately woven and embroidered by hands that did care.
To me you were the perfect gift.
My Blanket of pessimism matches with my glass that’s half empty.
I wrap myself within its patterns seeking warmth.
Suffering and pain are simultaneous.
I could never climb like you.Pray tell where you are reaching to so fervently?When, if ever, will you reach there, the place invisible to me?
The white is everywhere
It covers everything
Nothing is safe from the white blanket
The white blanket of snow
It covers everything,head to toe
Cars,tress,houses, and dead flowers
This warm blanket I've been hiding under is unraveling.
Each little mistake and each poor decision is tugging at the strings of my once strong fabric.
The chill of winter is seeping through my quilt.
I cannot hide for long.
