Home isn't man made walls,
It is
Two beautiful eyes
Gazing into mine
Across the room
The soft touch of your lips
As we silently kiss
At four in the morning
And drift back to sleep
Tangled up
In one another.
It is your fingers laced
Through mine
As the promise of forever
Lies peacefully
In our clasped palms.
Our loving arms.

Home is
The gentle beat
Of your heart.

Something that speaks volumes to you
Could be a mere whisper
To someone else

How many opportunities
Do we miss
Because we're too afraid
To take the risk

I'll bring you face to face with the mirror
That your insecurities have spent years cracking, shattering
And I'll brush the shards of glass aside,
Remove the splinters from your eyes
In a way that finally shows you
You are beautiful,
You are loved,
You are enough.

If breaking hearts is a crime
Death row awaits you.

You've made some mistakes,
I have too.
In some ways we’re pretty similar,
in others I am nothing like you.