If I were to be
completely honest,
I would say that you
are my comfort.
You are kind and warm,
and everything that is good.
You are butterfly kisses
and warm hugs in the snow.
You are handholding
and playful laughter.
You are fuzzy blankets and
cups of hot chocolate
on a frigid winter night.
You are contententment, and
you are my home.
YOU ARE READING
Abditory (Poetry)
Poetry(n.) a place into which you can disappear; a hiding place If you would like to see what the titles of my poems mean, check my out my Pinterest board → https://pin.it/2rRGUdm
