walking miles after miles,
still, no end was in the sight,
I was resting somewhere alone
was resting in the middle of nowhere
you took me by surprise
when you asked me to walk some more
a few steps on the road with you
you told me about the end of the road
about the dawn and the night
about the darkness and the light
then I saw the end, the home
coming back to home with you,
replying to the unasked question,
love feels like coming back to home
after a long walk in the dark
coming back to home to you.
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 9:27 PM UTC
walking miles after miles,
still, no end was in the sight,
I was resting somewhere alone
was resting in the middle of nowhere
you took me by surprise
when you asked me to walk some more
a few steps on the road with you
you told me about the end of the road
about the dawn and the night
about the darkness and the light
then I saw the end, the home
coming back to home with you,
replying to the unasked question,
love feels like coming back to home
after a long walk in the dark
coming back to home to you.
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