I would laugh every morning
At how the right combination
Of words would cause an ocean
Of nostalgia, big enough for me
To drown in.
Simple sentences like 'I miss you'
made me nostalgically homesick
Only now my home had two legs,
a heartbeat of her own and called me 'baby'
Sentences like 'I love you'...
Sentences like 'I love you' only seemed to create an earthquake inside my chest.
and when the earthquake had settled there were always whispers of 'I love you more'
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 4:08 PM UTC
I would laugh every morning
At how the right combination
Of words would cause an ocean
Of nostalgia, big enough for me
To drown in.
Simple sentences like 'I miss you'
made me nostalgically homesick
Only now my home had two legs,
a heartbeat of her own and called me 'baby'
Sentences like 'I love you'...
Sentences like 'I love you' only seemed to create an earthquake inside my chest.
and when the earthquake had settled there were always whispers of 'I love you more'
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