Wrapped in a blanket,
She watches the Girl.
The Girl of his dreams, In his shirt.
The oil sizzles as the Girl giggles,
Sunlight hitting her as a decorating drizzle.
She can't believe his luck,
As the Girl looks back on him.
Swaying her hips, to give a kiss.
Starting their morning with a wonderful bliss.
The blanket wrapped cocoon, smiles like a buffoon, as he traps the Girl in his arms to give little tickles.
The world shines as the Girl laugh,
Making the one above her forget all about the dark.
The dark that consumed her all his life in the blanket.
Before the Girl came and lit up his flame.
Reminding her of all the fluff the world could give.
As the Girl joined his cocoon and brought him comfort with a hug.
Told her he was more than enough for the world.
More than enough, especially for the Girl.
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The one's whoes perspective this is from uses She/he pronouns just like me ☺
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˜"*°•.˜"*°• 3Am poems and Prompts •°*"˜.•°*"˜
PoesiaWriters block is fucking me as I can't write so, my 3am brain thought.. OH! why not post all those stupid poems you have on your instagram thinking someone would recognise your work! Spoiler: They don't. I am not sure about people here so yeah...
