A/N: This is the beginning of my everyday poetry, in which I write a poem a day to help with my therapy.
Cold summer day,
Woke up in pain.
The best cure for nightmares,
Is cuddling next to someone who loves you.
We walked with a rainbow hoop in one hand,
And a cigarette in the other,
Amongst suburban fields and wide empty streets.
He walked the cat and it fought a skunk,
And now cuddled up against each other
Watching TV shows and scary movies,
Playing video games and reading comic books,
And discovering happiness in the simple things,
A\N: to keep my writer senses sharp, I decided to write one poem a day. Hopefully, some sort of genius happens amongst the mundane.