You know how people always build homes
in the people they love?
Me being the silliest architect there could be
Built a tiny igloo in you
With little if not no certainty,

Within the bountiful depths and crevices
In your mind of a maze and icy darkness of your soul
I found a spot for myself amidst the craze,
to keep myself warm and cosy from the cold.

In this little safe haven I seek comfort in
I established a place I called my own.
My tiny space of refuge I call it,
but in it I live alone.

As loneliness kicks in
I slowly explore outside of home,
In search of a getaway retreat
Nothing too fancy, nowhere alone.

And then I realise how homesick I get
When I dwell in the heart of another
All I want to do is to return
Back into a pair of arms that wont falter.

Did I mention how I built an igloo in you and called it my home?
Igloos melt in heat
and my love, so did you.

My home no longer.

You fill my heart
And take it apart


Right from the way you sit on your bike
To the pictures you take of your hike
Right from the way you sing each song
To the messages you type so long
Right from the way you shake  your head
To the sweet things you said
Right from the fact you hate Holi
To the way you find killing of animals unholy
Right from the way you go to bed early
To the way you want to achieve your dreams slowly but surely
Right from the way you sent that first message to me
To the way I felt, to my heart , you are the key
Right from the way you look at me when I sing
To the way we zing

I love every little bit of it , so fill my heart , Take it apart.