"One cup of coffee," I said, to thaw the chills in my spine.
"And a snug sweater" I pleaded, so it could perk me up this time.
"A crooning fireplace" I begged, to at least brighten me up.
"The smolder of noodles" I asked, just fitting to fill my cup.
"A heap of old records" I thought, with songs to serenade my soul.
"And a pair of your arms" oh please, to wrap me up from the cold.
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Paper & Ink |#Wattys2016|
Poetry"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)
