Author: ruffad PM
Sometimes its a fight homeward, but the welcoming is sweetest.Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 117 - Published: 06-19-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3033999
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For my eyes to rest on yours is at best
The closest they'll ever get to
Saying what needs to be said.
But more than a rest stop, I want a home.
I have found a home but without a keyhole
Where although my soles are tired and burned from the
Cold fire floor of your heart
I fall to my knees to kiss it still,
Where the ceiling pealing drops like falling snow
To fall on my skin as shock therapy,
Where windows are stained and cracked
I can still see a brilliant sunrise through the glass.
For you are my final destination
Where a dead end sign is no warning but a welcoming