WARMTH

From the smile on my faceTo the cold toesYou find misplacedUnderneath the covers S. L. Cottle

ONE, TWO, THREE

One that’s immatureToo young to have really gotten anywhere sureA little bit triviallooking back, anyways One that’s boldBlow up the highs and the lowsMoments so lowI have to pull my feet out of the dirtonly to be hanging on the…

BLUE

Bluethe ocean drewus inRedlips that ledyou to meWhiteA shining lightsinking infrom day At nightwe’d rather layacross the bedRunning my fingersacross your head S. L. Cottle