My Unstable Poetry

Sweatshirt

Haha the last poem didn't make sense I'm sorry XD //

                              Sweatshirt
     Small hands, comforting squeeze
              Cold souls, warm hearts
                      You'll never know
   Terror hides inside of me,
It crawls from Palm to shoulder
We cry,
rest upon my shoulder for I am comfort
Roast me like an oven,
             Like marshmallows by a fire
                       My heart is on fire
                        Will you let it out
                    With your sweatshirt
                        Over my shoulders,
                                 Arms drape,
                              Oh sweatshirt