Electric blanket, cover me
wrap your heated layers around me
and thaw these aching toes.
My muscles and bones
relax in your embrace,
and I am sure again
that I have a nose on my face.
So turn up the heat,
and snuggle in beneath.
I am snug with my mug of tea.
I'm finally
cozy.
So, my room at home is the worst when it comes to keeping in heat. So I stole my little brother's electric blanket. I'M IN LOVE ♥
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
1 comment:
although i'm sure those are really comfortable and warm, i've always been afraid of them... lol i just think it's freaking... mixing electricity with the body so closely... hahaha
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