Tucked so far away and deep,
Quietly it sits but breathes.

Our little house.

Cobbled concrete through the picket gate.
A lazy cats lays in wait.
Green grass tangled sweetly,
With soft moss growing neatly.
The soft trees flowing briskly,
Their leaves turning crisply.

Our large windows, how they let in the light.
Our dark floors, how the love the warm nights.
Claw foot tub on our tile floor.
Sitting on all silver fours.

The roses want in, they climb through the window.
The french doors open and the curtains billow.
Richly the air soaks into us both.

This house, so sweetly kisses us.
Keeps us.
Takes us away.

Our heart is in the stone, the brick and the wood.
I would never leave if I could.
Love, won't you take me home tonight.

You always seem so far away,
As if becoming close is dangerous.
Like you are trying to resist me.
But it doesn't have to become a mess.

I know we have an odd history,
One that we are weary of.
But letting me in a little,
Is nothing to be afraid of.

You, as a person, interest me.
I only want to talk,
Maybe know some of your thoughts.
See what's going on inside your head.

Trust me girl, I have what I need.
This one I have, no one can compete.
It maybe a challenge for her and I,
But my heart is with her, I can't lie.

You might of been my person,
We could have been so close.
But I lost what I had with you,
And found someone else.

Don't think it means
I want nothing to do with you.
But don't be vain and assume,
That I am enamored with you.

I am tired of the in and out,
I don't care for anything complicated.
Just be here or leave,
Don't be in between.