You

by khadjahelaine

I miss home

I miss the way the tide kisses the shore

I miss the moist humid air

I miss home

I miss the sway of the palm trees

The chill of the breeze



I miss you holding me close as we lay under warm sheets in the darkness of our bedroom

I miss the sound of your voice, it bass reminding my heart that it’s safe

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I yearn for home

A word that is continually being redefined as I grow

The place where I find love and family



Home is where the heart is

Well I find my heart with you

The place where I feel safest



Where I can most be myself

Where the shadows of my past and the hopes of my future meet

Here, they can reside comfortably



Home

Where I’m most at peace

Intimate moments become memories here

What happens here, stays here



I miss home

Home is where the heart is

Well I guess my home is you…

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