that one that is fuzzy and nice. the one that makes me feel warm when I have ice as my heart.
as picky as I can be, that cloak is more than enough. wrap me around it, spin me in it, break me inside it, kill me covered – all is beautiful.
when I spin around in it I smile (inside)
let it rain or let it shine
bring me the cloak to save me inside
there’s no right or wrong time for it
there’s only the moment
and how can a moment be wrong?