Sweather Love

Poem By Jeremy Willson

Whenever I'd get nervous
So nervous I'd be freezing cold
I slipped inside my sweater
Where it's nice and warm
My sweater has been there
When I had no one to cuddle
No shoulder to lean or cry on
It was there to rescue me
From the eyes,
The noise,
Life.

Comments about Sweather Love

Well written, beautiful poem. JEREMY Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken
A nice poetic imagination, Jeremy. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
Sometimes being with in self makes you warm and secure


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