Burning up,
The heat gets hotter.
Freezing cold,
The ice burns colder.
The weather is sticky,
Makes the sun sear skin.
The air is dry,
Makes the breath harder to breath.
I thought to myself,
As the world began burning:
This is pajama weather.
The dripping becomes rain,
Each drop it's own drip,
And you see it in them,
It's pajama time.
Cozily close,
The cotton pants,
Pajama pants.
Flannel shirts,
No buttons of course,
Pajama wear.
YOU ARE READING
Words to match a Rose
PoetryJust some poems I wrote, felt like it I guess. Fight me about it. #57 highest in poetry. :D Wooo! Hit them double digits! Picture by my friend Cynthia Bisby from work :D
