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Locked in between these four walls but somehow some way you manage to see right through them 
My baggage isn't left at the door because you carry it to the garbage 
You tell my aching heart the great news 
That I am someone 
That I matter 
I may not always thank you but I'm always thinking of you 
When the days seem long I'm waiting for the minute I can come home and melt between your arms 
You are a grilled cheese, it's the comfort of your mother, something that makes you full and completely satisfies what you have been craving all along 
I never found food to be so heartwarming but she... she is the smell of warm vanilla 
It swaddles you close to the chest 
I love the way your fingers throw themselves at my head playing sweet harmonies down my spine 
The graze of her sets my wired eyes in motion 
I drank as if I have never tasted water and her lips are a tight walker on a rope Exhilarating and focused
Though I may sway she keeps me balanced 
Her kisses tell me the truth she sees in me 
The way her eyes widen when she looks my way tells me that I have her attention if only she knew she had mine 
I wish there was a map of my brain so she could look at my streets and could see how many of them lead to her 
On my worst day she calls me into her thoughts and keeps me warm 
If there is one thing I could change about her it would be for her to see how much love is in me for her 
There's nothing more than an abyss of feelings that never hits the ground but if there was a ground my lips would be the cement she walks on 
I want her 
I always want her 
My true body will remain motionless until I am one with her again

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