It's beaten and bruised,
And tearing at the
seams.
It tries to make me comfy
cozy,
Like my old favorite
jeans.
It is loving and
warm,
Just as the embracing
sun.
My own hot cocoa
heart,
Its beats take a run.
It waits and it
waits,
Like years ago you
asked.
But still I stay
wondering,
Our moment together has
passed.
