Pen - pen: Disarm my Pain

CANDY

Fluffy and soft,
my pillow, my only hope,
my escape from the exhausting day,
when the moon shines, and the sun fades away,

I am very tired of sharing stories about my day,
because I feel like I am expressing myself too much,
I detest this kind of feeling because it makes you free and shedding,
While making yourself exposed too much where the sun can burn your skin,

We're not that close enough for you to hear my personal stories,
because I am a bad story teller, and I make the story more lucid,
Where you can jump to conclusions like a piece of cake,
As natural as taking a popcorn while guessing about the ending of a movie,

I melt when I am too exposed to the fire,
because somebody just burned me for a little while,
She says something about my obsession on purchasing hooded jackets lately,
I said, "why? What is wrong with that? It is very cold outside"

"You need a blanket, you don't need to have hooded jackets"
Someone says that I must purchase a large lenght of cloth rather than drying my pockets,
it is the time where I loose control and clear my eye sockets,
Can she hear herself?
The air was cold and I smiled awkwardly,
Thinking that this is the fruit of my labor,
My own money,
I defy the laws about fashion, even I suffer from a sweaty situation,
And I wear the clothes that I can feel the comfort,
So move away, stay on you leash after I come forth from the sun,
Because I never asked you to change your spaghetti strapped clothes after you complain about your itchy skin, while enjoying the feeling of being free,
while hating your skin because it is tanned,

Burned marshmallows are the best,
While camping on the middle of the forest,
You must watch your fire, it can cause a tradegy,
Your intent can be as bad as your honesty,
No matter how tasty is your freshly baked pastry,
When the oven is unattended, that is very scary.

be cool next time, did you know about the 5 second rule dear?