You'd be the warm blanket
Wrapped around me
On those cold nights
You'd be like my little sorry
That mends our bond
After one of those fights

You'd be the cool breeze
That caresses my cheeks
Playing through my hair
You'd be that cotton candy
That kisses my rosy lips
At the bouncy winter fair

You'd be the vellichor of books
The dust brushing against me
Softly, in some old dusty library
You'd be the pale moonlight
Sneaking into my room
To cheer up the nights so scary

🖤🖤🖤