You call it my hair.
But I call it my safety blanket.
Something comforting,
Something warm,
Something I'm used to.
You call it my hair.
But I call it my safety blanket.
Somewhere I can hide,
Somewhere I can feel safe.
Somewhere I am comfortable.
You will always call it my hair.
But I will always call it my safety blanket.
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Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
