Read a book by the warm fire.
Moments can’t get any brighter.
Let the snow fall outside.
I will keep warm inside.
No need to fight the drifts.
I’ll stay with the misfits.
The ones who prefer books
that grab you with their hooks.
The fire is getting low.
The winds are about to blow.
I snuggled further beneath the covers
as I read about murders and lovers.
Source:carpetbones
From inside my dark room,
I watch the clouds drift by.
Puffy, white cotton balls
dotting the blue sky.
Dare I leave my safe haven
and venture outside?
I’ll wait until tomorrow
as they float on by.
Can you see
what’s hidden inside?
Hidden from others.
From the world.
Look a little closer.
Gaze deeper inside.
Can you see it?
I can.
You can’t hide the truth.
Artist: Saint Carlito
There is no one inside.
Nothing at all to hide.
Some people are deep.
Others are asleep.
Which one of these are you?
Are you one of the few?
The ones who actually care
when your heart is about to tear.
The moon shows its head.
It’s past time for bed.
It casts a yellow glow.
I can hear the winds blow.
Time for me to go inside.
There must be places to hide.
Until the morning light.
When the sun burns so bright.
The moon shows its head.
It’s past time for bed.
It casts a yellow glow.
I can hear the winds blow.
Time for me to go inside.
There must be places to hide.
Until the morning light.
When the sun burns so bright.
