I grew up under blankets
That we’d turned into forts;
In corners and in cabinets
And havens of all sorts —
I left my young days years ago,
But it can’t be denied
No matter how my life may flow,
It still feels good
To hide
I grew up under blankets
That we’d turned into forts;
In corners and in cabinets
And havens of all sorts —
I left my young days years ago,
But it can’t be denied
No matter how my life may flow,
It still feels good
To hide
Nice ! 🙂
It’s an introvert thing.