Fall
He's like fall
My favorite season of all time
A tad chilly but blankets bring you warmth
He's like my blanket when I'm chilly
When the cold air touches my face his hands are there to warm me up
When my hands start to shake from the sharp cold air
His hands are there to swoop up mines
He's like my blanket when I'm chilly
When I start to cry
His warm embrace holds those tears
When I look in the mirror doubting my beauty
His eyes prove otherwise
When I complain about my stretch marks
His hands trace my skin to show me my beauty
He's like my blanket when I'm chilly
That fake smile I've shown all these years
He managed to make me actually smile
He's like my blanket when I'm chilly
And I love my blanket
By DR-SR
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PoetryHey it's the author here ofc, I like to write poems often so I thought well why not take all my poems and make a poetry book so here we are. 🫶🏽
