will you always come home to
me and tell me about your day?
Tell me about the guy at work
who stare too much and that
girl with weird make up,
the stain you got on your skirt at lunch
or how your friend annoyed you today?
Tell me about the crazy thoughts you
had when you were suppose to be working
or the dream you had this morning
but can't seem to remember.
tell me how shitty this world has
become and we can laugh about it.
even if you get home late and
am already asleep,
just whisper in my ear that little
thought you can't get over,
because I love the way you
look at the world and am so
happy I get to be next to you
and look at it through your eyes.
