blankets
all the words I have
are ones I cannot say
I'm lying on the floor
staring at the ceiling
and feel the kind of cold
I can't make go away
no blanket will help
unless it comes with you
wrapped in it
© coldscars
all the words I have
are ones I cannot say
I'm lying on the floor
staring at the ceiling
and feel the kind of cold
I can't make go away
no blanket will help
unless it comes with you
wrapped in it
© coldscars