THE COMFY NEST

We try so hard sometimes to fit into worlds we aren’t compatible with. It took too long for me to realize I had a lot to offer to the right person. I finally started building a nest my way and home came to me.

I tried to weave myself into a life

Just a comfy place I could call home

Maybe a small piece of gray or pearl

Tucked in between some sky blue 

Or maybe into some sexy black lace 

But I’m built of twine and cottony seeds

A bit prickly like cactus leaves

No softness or green left in me

Just a throw away mix of dry dead leaves

I really did try to weave myself into a life

And learned I couldn’t weave for shit