You are the sun
That peeks
Through the window,
Letting me know that
It's time to get the day
Started.
You are the roots,
Cut and carved from the trees
That provide shelter,
A place to live,
A place to grow.
A foundation built
From strong roots,
That stretch and wrap around me.
You are the air that circulates
Through my lungs,
The air that, if I think about too long,
I'll mess up how much
You've changed my life.
When I am in you,
I am not in some house,
Nor am I in just any old room.
I realize that I am home,
That I have everything I need.
When I close my eyes,
The first thing I see
Is you,
And how the first thing
I want to do is come back
To you
Feb 7, 2025
Feb 7, 2025 at 10:33 PM UTC
You are the sun
That peeks
Through the window,
Letting me know that
It's time to get the day
Started.
You are the roots,
Cut and carved from the trees
That provide shelter,
A place to live,
A place to grow.
A foundation built
From strong roots,
That stretch and wrap around me.
You are the air that circulates
Through my lungs,
The air that, if I think about too long,
I'll mess up how much
You've changed my life.
When I am in you,
I am not in some house,
Nor am I in just any old room.
I realize that I am home,
That I have everything I need.
When I close my eyes,
The first thing I see
Is you,
And how the first thing
I want to do is come back
To you
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