blanket

warmth from the blanket;

kept you so softly in the night,

held you so gently in delight

 

dreams come to an end,

with morning sunrise;

a new day begins

 

toss it aside, without any thoughts;

upon that cold wooden floor, it drops

though your warmth, it held so closely

a blanket cannot keep, for mostly

like the memories from yesterday

how fade they, into grey

 

after the day is done,

with horizon dim, gone is the sun

all the cares, all the strain

yet never fails to warm, again

 

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I wish I could write like you

I wish I could write like you :/ just so talented! :D 


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Means a lot coming from you

Means a lot coming from you ;) I feel like my poetry lacks depth, but I try my best.

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Lacks depth!?? No honey, your

Lacks depth!?? No honey, your poems are always reaL deep! Also sensitive and piercing at the same time. sometimes when we feel numb we feel disassociated like an observer... It does not mean however that you do not have an insight to all that depth. Hugss 


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am