In a blanket warm in bed
Or maybe by a campfire
Life must be good I have decided
Because warm air rises higher
Breathing in the smoke, like innocence to help warm my inside
I could be hiding in my room or listening to crickets outside
The comfort the forgiveness
The clouds that I breathe in
It's warm air, it sings to my soul
Warming my heart, it lifts up apart from the dark so it doesn't run cold.
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Poetry to Get Lost In
PoetryThis is a collection of my poems. I own all of them, and I hope you enjoy reading some of the things I'm passionate about. If you want to use it, just shoot me a message, I'll almost certainly say yes :) Updates will be pretty often. If there are i...
