A Touch Of Home

Is it alright if I lay with you

Close my eyes

Melt into your fold?


Let’s let the day stay untold

Just lay here

Our own little mold


Tickled by your fingertip

I remember to forget

All the stupid quips


In your arms the room feels soft

And the corners dissolve

While the world turns off


With every familiar breath

Your fullness lifts me up

Together we both let go


I trust you with my heavy head

I know

There’s no better feeling

Than to finally be home

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