In the confines of our shared space,
Imperfect yet genuine, our moments embrace.
Fun we find in our own decree,
A conversation weaving its unique glee.
You yearned for a drive, a stolen key,
I suggested mischief, you opted for TV.
Piano notes echoed, counting silently,
One, two, three, a tempo in harmony.
Now, boredom lingers, a wish to be free,
As a bird soaring or a honeybee.
Dreams of faraway places overseas,
A thousand destinations where you'd rather seize.
Top of a mountain for a ski,
A quiet spot with somebody,
A picnic with friends, biscuits and tea,
Yet here you are, stuck at home with me.
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 6:25 PM UTC
In the confines of our shared space,
Imperfect yet genuine, our moments embrace.
Fun we find in our own decree,
A conversation weaving its unique glee.
You yearned for a drive, a stolen key,
I suggested mischief, you opted for TV.
Piano notes echoed, counting silently,
One, two, three, a tempo in harmony.
Now, boredom lingers, a wish to be free,
As a bird soaring or a honeybee.
Dreams of faraway places overseas,
A thousand destinations where you'd rather seize.
Top of a mountain for a ski,
A quiet spot with somebody,
A picnic with friends, biscuits and tea,
Yet here you are, stuck at home with me.