Your voice sounds like home to me.
I've never known much of home but god damn, those eyes are the front door and your voice,
is the chimney puffing hot remnants of a night well spent.
Your arms are the walls that hold me
and your hands are the floors that will catch me when I fall to my knees.
You are more home to me than any that I've known. Do not take this title lightly for I've been kicked out of my home and passed around until I lost the concept.
Do not take the title lightly because my previous dwelling was fragile.
A gust of wind could rattle the bones of the Windows. Fragile. The floors creaked and the doors were always shut.
Fragile.
Do not take the title lightly.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
Those three words act as a lock that I triple check before I rest my tired bones inside of your heart.
I love you
I love you
I love you
