I am tangled, intertwined with my comforter;
as a flower of sorts blooming
in between the cracks of concrete if my bed was a sidewalk.
I feel beautiful in the dark.
My head is propped up on several pillows, a chest for me to rest on. I close my eyes and picture a face I wouldn't mind kissing, I intertwine myself with my covers more, blooming while being untouched, safe I don't have to say no, or worry bout the pillows being butt hurt, this is my domain.
I feel beautiful in the dark.
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