If love was an object,
it would be my blanket.
It keeps me warm.
I would shiver without it.
It keeps me safe.
A place to hide.
It's soft.
Gentle upon my skin.
It's comfortable.
Peaceful, sleep-filled nights.
It's something I want,
not something I need.
It wraps me tight.
The most comfortable hug.
It's constant,
day and night.
It's the kind of love,
we all yearn for.
Yet,
We take a blanket for advantage.
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 11:04 AM UTC
If love was an object,
it would be my blanket.
It keeps me warm.
I would shiver without it.
It keeps me safe.
A place to hide.
It's soft.
Gentle upon my skin.
It's comfortable.
Peaceful, sleep-filled nights.
It's something I want,
not something I need.
It wraps me tight.
The most comfortable hug.
It's constant,
day and night.
It's the kind of love,
we all yearn for.
Yet,
We take a blanket for advantage.
