With You With Me With Love
I’m filled up with doubt, I need to go home
Where the fields are green and the weather unpredictable
Like the sun and the rainfall
I smell the air after it rains, the flowers after they just bloom,
Farms early in the morning and water from a hose
All from bedroom window.
I miss the comfort of people I know
It’s a great feeling, like being under a heated blanket
Warm and safe
Depending not on yourself and having no worries
As the months pass on
Becoming more comfortable with being alone
Home doesn’t seem so far away
I can almost feel the fresh morning breeze hitting my face.
Soon I forget that morning breeze
And the smell from my window
Because I realize that home is wherever I make it
With you, with me, but always with love.
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