To the place that you call home.
Don't worry, nobody ever
Has to know.
With the way that you look at me,
I promise that we can be
Whatever you want us to be.
Show me how you feel
With your favourite colour.
And with your hand in mine,
My day will not be duller,
That the last that I spent
Without you.
The few hours in the night
Where I am distracted
By your view
Makes me forget
That I am always so unscrewed
To believe that when the sun comes up
That we will be anything but
What we are when we're alone.
Your secrets are my secrets.
But my wishes chill me to the bone.
Because I know after every kiss,
I'll take you to the place
That I call home.
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The Night Sky is in Her Veins
Poetry// s o n d e r \\ - "the realisation that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own" Life can be dark, cold and lonely. Feeling betrayed, misunderstood, chewed up and spat out by the world, its when I get sonder, that I...
