Brooding woman now has a pale blue jacket
Always had her thoughts warm in loose pockets
Years ago on a late winter night she remembers,
The jacket came with an obscure letter
It reads a lot about love and hatred
Mostly rooted in kisses,
Concealed with terminal body aches
And she reads it everynight followed
Her sleep left alarmed in the middle of all seasons
Turning her stormy and crumbled for unknown reasons
The pale blue jacket hangs just like a dreamcatcher
Even after seeing her swinging with no fragrance
Nice 👌
chechi ♡