a place called

home.

together, forever
forever ever – forever ever?
sorry ms jackson
he ain’t for real

leavin’ that aside

yeah, drop him girl
kick him to the effin’ curb

Anyway

where was I
here, there
not everywhere
but home, home

home so warm
like that scarf and sweater
you love so much
like hot tea
& some chocolate
eating, drinking
both
together

like that quiet during the rain
remember our fire during the storm
so close, so warm

sitting at the window
and watching the
snow
fall
all
ll
l

so beautiful
intricate
so tiny, shiny
so bright
all made up there in the
heavenly light

and it’s all mine
this space
this place

that’s everywhere
coz home is
where your heart is
and my heart is
where I am
and I am here
right here
right now

and that is
normal and
no extra
just ordinary
nice

threegoodwords©2014

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