Soft yellow crocheted blanket.
Fresh out of the dryer.
The smell of cotton.
A sheild,you could say.
A sheild from the bad.
From the monsters
An old yellow crocheted blanket.
Faded and fraying.
The smell of scared and cotton.
Comforting of some sort.
Comforting from the bad.
Comforting from the sad.
Um. Hi! Two poems are done and I'm extremely excited to share more! So I hope you continue to read them and like them thank you!
YOU ARE READING
Poems For The Lonely
PoezieThese are some "poems" that are more free-style but I put a lot of effort into these small groups of words so that mabye it could help you know that someone else understands.
