Is a home a place or a feeling?
I feel like an outcast in my own skin
and I can't even find the words to begin
to describe how your eyes are warmer
than any bed sheet I've ever known.
My mouth betrayed me,
I never know what to say.
But if I found the strength to say
just one thing,
I'd say, 'please don't leave me.'
You're the only door I ever want to open.