The past few nights have drifted on
until the early morning sun started to peer through my window blinds.
I constantly find myself with my arms
wrapped around my aching torso.
Some nights my arms give warmth to my shivering body,
other nights they provide a comfortable refuge
that I could never find in anyone else.
Wrapped in myself, alone in the corner of my room,
I've found home.
The walls around me scream unfamiliarity,
sing songs with foreign lyrics,
recite a poem I've never written.
Everything seems real in this corner
when I'm wrapped up in my own arms.
Author notes
took a longer poem. deleted half of it. and spaced this one paragraph out.
i liked it i guess.
inspiration came from Breathe Me.
and my pms-ish mood.
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