What if it rained indoors? Whenever we heard distant thunder or the weather report said rain then we would pick up all our things, go outside and sit and wait for the drops to stop falling from the ceiling.
Would we sleep in houses, still? If the roof was like a cloud and woke us up at 3 am instead of a pattering at the window, a pattering on our face?
We could make buildings just for this, and when it started pouring we would form lines, hoping to get inside to take a shower in the rain singing songs and goofing off.
What if it rained indoors? Whenever we felt a tiny drop we would build a comfy pillow fort with blankets, snacks and giggles and cuddle till the morning.
Woke up Sunday morning Put on my Sunday best, 'Cause I didn’t want to go And look different from the rest. When the meeting was over Was among the first to go. Made a beeline home Put on some comfy clothes.
Every weekday I work Must wear a suit and tie Feels so **** confining It makes me wanna cry By the time my shift is over Tell you goodness knows Can’t wait to get on home Put on some comfy clothes.
Comfy clothes are great Doesn’t matter what the season. Just can’t quite explain it There is no rhyme or reason. But if you feel uptight, Don’t know which way to go, Things will get a little better You put on some comfy clothes.
Mortality is surprising as it should be. That you should die is not implied by life Or pain. There is a sweater hanging in his closet. If one were to look closely at the neck the thread begins un raveling the re. No one will notice she s ai d. But it is his sweater and he noticed. But it is only a sweater and really no one will notice. It isn't what they look for.
The feeling of the sun hitting my pale skin when I’m walking outside on a breezy spring day And the warmth of a plush blanket Surrounding my cold, Shivering body. Wearing an oversized hoodie that gives off a compelling fragrance And puts you at ease And the taste of hot cocoa when it touches your trembling tastebuds. Wearing your fluffy socks that cover your freezing feet and help you glide across the dining room floors And the feeling of a special someone’s embrace that can just Warm your heart up in an instant. The love you receive to calm your freakish self after a relapse And the sensation of eating steamy chicken noodle soup when you’re ill. The heat that hits your palms when you sit near a campfire And the sensation of lounging in a hot bath after a long day. Everything wonderful, Everything warm.
Hello there. I greet you gently with the fireplace, warmed by our hearts entwined as our spirits chase.
I'm leaning against you gently as the television plays gently something the both of us would love. The light soaking both of our bodies the shadows of us becoming one as they blanket the floor, my hand held with yours, my sweet turtledove.
My cheek against yours, both our eyes closed as my eyelash is traced against the side of your face. In our near slumber, we can only be drunk on the sheer warmth of our embrace.
A soft rain starts outside, as the pane streaks down little stars all around us, the TV shutting off. Silence. We feel each other's breathing fondly, as slowly, I whisper into your ear, subconsciously... "I love you."
Inhale swiftly come down quickly hit the Floor Be no more.
What a comfy Carpet, but it ***** me under like a tar pit. I'm left to wonder If it's dragging me down to Heaven. I've sunken seven feet under.
I see the light, it's been lit. Maybe this time I just might reach for it. Reach through the rug. Reach down and give a tug.
But my arm won't budge. A mortal's terror What if he holds a grudge? It's just not fair. God no not like this, Think of all the things I'll miss. If I see the suns rays Lord I swear I'll change my ways.