The house is a bit cold,
folded blankets are kept nearby,
curl up on the couch,
cover with one and look outside.
Warm sunshine trickles down
through the plants and Christmas tree,
when my eyes are closed, the light on my lids
almost convinces me
and I make believe I'm at the beach.
You are kind of like that to me,
seeing you reminds me of other things,
it's a comfort I can't explain,
my heart begs me to look again.
When you've seen what I hid,
still only acknowledge with a smile,
I feel precious and protected,
in your loving eyes I become a child.
Lauren B Called
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yeah-it-s-kinda-like-this/
