Wrapped Around the Soul
Scribbles of a hyper active mind.
Waking Up
Waking up
To a
Chilly winter morning;
Cold bed,
Cold feet,
Cold nose,
And a heavy throat.
Waking up
Craving for
You,
All I have
Is a Thought.
My hands
Wrapped around
A
Freshly brewed
Cup of Coffee,
I fold my legs,
Pull the blanket
Tighter,
And sit straight.
Waking up
To a
Chilly winter morning,
A cup of coffee,
The thought of you,
And some warmth.
