How strange it is ,
that you have a blanket .
Warm and comforting ,
protecting you from the cold .
You don't feel it ,
but still you have it .
Wrapped all around you ,
keeping you warm .
Foolishly ,
you take it off .
And throw it away ,
to the wind .
You start to shiver ,
you start to freeze .
Never did you expect ,
that the world outside is soo cold and unforgiving .
You glance at your blanket ,
wishing for its warmth .
How is the world so cold ?
Why do I feel cold ?
How odd it is ,
that you never really feel the warmth of your blanket .
But taken away ,
you feel so cold .
So pick up your blanket ,
and throw it around your shoulders .
Pulling it closer to your heart ,
because your blanket is your comfort .
If you don't understand ; I am referring the blanket to your family . You don't always feel their support and love but , taken away ...well, you feel...cold ? Lonely ? Idk , hope you liked it ! ❤️
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My weird book of poems...
PoetryJust a book of poems I write...Don't judge , I am not a master in this field but I like doing it soo....I'm doing it . Requests are always welcomed and helpful if you ask me . Enjoy !
