I always loved the cold,
the way it made us wrap together in a blanket,
the feeling of warmth against the darkness of night.
I always loved the Night,
A place for me to hide my shame from the light,
a loneliness that I craved more than life.
I never liked my life,
but the warmth you provided made it alright,
the sun and the moon,
sitting in the skies,
against the world,
thinking they'd be fine.
Nov 4, 2024
Nov 4, 2024 at 4:45 AM UTC
I always loved the cold,
the way it made us wrap together in a blanket,
the feeling of warmth against the darkness of night.
I always loved the Night,
A place for me to hide my shame from the light,
a loneliness that I craved more than life.
I never liked my life,
but the warmth you provided made it alright,
the sun and the moon,
sitting in the skies,
against the world,
thinking they'd be fine.
