My blankets and pillows are warming me tonight
The frosts caught the glasses
but I still clearly see
the heavens brighting on the wet roadways
The muddy dirt joined the harmony of the hundred rushing hurricanes
about to hit me straight before my face
I walked home safe
I walked home all alone
And I'm in this room, without my phone
Partying with the distorted mirror who now favors my name
What sweet abode my heart is in behind these crying windows panes
Away from doors I won't fit in of different cliques, of different classes
Burning old pictures and blinding my eyes from magnifying glasses
Humming along to the whimsical carols wrapped around the burnt out christmas tree
Started blowing the candles when I stopped counting them from one, two, three
Thinking of meeting with the other running teens and cuddling with my pets
Slow dancing with my shadows, who knows about the rest?
Not a thought about the future in the air is desired
Instead I sit on the couch, pouring cups full with wine
Knowing I will rot away, I hammer back the nails inside
'Cause I know that one ghost lived a happy life
And now again, I'm in my bed
My pillows, blankets warming me
The frosts caught the glasses
but I still clearly see
the heavens brighting on the wet roadways
The muddy dirt joined the harmony of the hundred rushing hurricanes
about to hit me straight before my face
But I walked home safe
I walked home all alone
I'm in this room, without my phone
And though the mighty boats are now digested by the waves
Though the iridescent lamps are breathing out of fire
Though the misty winds neglect the lungs' desire
The whisp'ring breath of winter breeze
erupts their wrath upon my ears
And all the other things are blown
But in this storm I found my peace
- theptwelve
July 9, 2020
