Let me share a simple… EEeeek… It happened and I’m not going to tell you. It’s way to shocking. You might think less of me and … well…
THE SIGNS OF COMFORT
Comfort finds itself where ever you’re looking
It’s whether you notice the sign of it
Like… RIP Comfort lies here
or… Get In Here for some huggies
or.. This Meadow is Open For You
or…Let Me Give YOU a Big Cuddle
If only
The signs of comfort were flash cards
big enough to read from far enough away
If only
Comfort never really left you
even when you shrug it off in dismiss
or when you like to wallow in the stain
of misery with that negative company
you keep cause letting them go is a
perverse comfort that has no meadow green
and the cuddle impales you on dark history
Comfort is what you make of it I guess
All signs point in its direction
and maybe a spiky throat collar lets
you know you’re all good and right
with the world and if you dare say a damn
thing against that kind of comfort
those spikes cut your wind off
and the gasp for air gives no comfort at all
Now get over here and give me a big hug.
