Comfort comes in many shapes, many forms, many faces.
Comfort is a shapeshifter, who comes when needed and leaves ghosts that stay long after, to fade slowly.
Comfort smells like many things, and its scent lingers on until you've fallen asleep, finally at peace.
Comfort tastes like anything and everything, filling your body and heart with the feeling of content, even after the meal is over.
Comfort is a blessing that so few appreciate until the very last moment.
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you know who you are.
—𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧
YOU ARE READING
These Hidden Words
PoetryPoetry I have written when the urge strikes me. Feedback is welcomed and appreciated 😊
