i want a house.
i want a house,
a little cottage in the woods
with plenty of room on the inside
for my plants and other witchy items
and our pets
and our comfort.
i want a house
that is warm like your hugs,
but cool in the mornings
so i can come into the kitchen
wearing an oversized shirt and briefs
and hug you for warmth
as you slump over a half-eaten bowl of cereal.
i want a house
where we can see each other every day
and watch the stars on the roof at night
and go to sleep holding each other,
knowing that everything is okay.
i want a house,
because i want to be with you forever
and live comfortably with you
with the warmth of domesticity
and sweet whispers
and calm business.
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everything changes (but we all stay the same)
Poetryif my life could be replayed, if i could share my struggles over the course of time, if i could create such a thing, an endless recording of my life; it would be over hours and hours of overthinking. - (trigger warning for frequent, graphic descr...
