MY BLANKET

my blanket has been there for as long as time would seem,
from every inch to every stich and seam,
lies a memory of times both good and bad,
a past that cannot be erased but forgotten til I'm glad,
my tears stain every inch,
my joy in every little pinch,
Its hard to say what will happen to my blanket one day,
but i hope that by my bedside it shall stay.

Im overall a really cheerful person. My close friends describe me as vivacious and sometimes as fiery others describe me as an angelic girl but yeah we all know the truth about that.... Any ways things are going alright for me so not much to really say.