Take Me Home

Folder: 
2015

Throw me a paper airplane
and I'll leave your arms behind
But take me home, pour me a cup
and I'll remember this is mine

 

After all, home is just
being the reason
for your smile and your spark,
letting go of this
twisted world

 

Home is
lost in translation,
home is
losing your mind
and falling apart
buried in a blanket
that's older than you

 

Throw me a paper airplane
and I'll leave your arms behind
But take me home, pour me a cup
and I'll remember this is mine

 

Relying on a
streetlight in the darkness,
a melody among shadows
and living on the edge

 

Throw me a paper airplane
and I'll leave your arms behind
But take me home, pour me a cup
and I'll remember this is mine

 

Home is just
shivers and familiarity
and Christmas lights that
blind you when you close your eyes

 

Knowing I'm bound by this place,
walls that have seen everything,
I can fall into a haven
that smells like
open windows,
possibilities,
stir-fry and coffee.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 12/16/15...in the spirit of the holidays and dedicated to everyone I love…I hope I’ve captured something about what Christmas (or whatever you celebrate) means to you.

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