Sweet.
Comforting.
It greets you the second you
enter the room,
Like a cost blanket
Or two strong arms
Wrapping around you
From behind.
It's addictive,
You can almost feel, see, the
Dopamine,
Coursing through your brain.
Even after you've left that room,
It lingers.
The blanket is still safely
Wrapped around you,
Those arms still holding you
Tight.
They linger there for a bit,
Until it fades.
And the blanket slowly falls off,
The arms slowly let go.
It fades into the background,
And you suddenly crave
More
And more of that immense comfort.
But it'll be back.
Soon.
YOU ARE READING
Have faith
Poezja"Some words I wrote." • A glance in the mind of a seemingly ordinary girl • •*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~• •Ranked• #1 : Escapril #4 : Poëzie #791: Poemcollection #616: Poesia
