I want you to come home
come home, open the door, and tell me you want to try
I want you to hold me
kiss me, soft and slow, and
tell me you are mine
tell me you said too much, but you know we can make it work
tell me you will stay or I can go with you
we can move, turn over a new leaf, grow, make the best of it
stay in this era, when hand fits in hand easy and safe, when you and I feel like home
I want all of that with you
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Every line of this is so good!
This is beautiful.. ❤️✨🕊️
Great poem! I look forward to reading more of your work
Here is your episode https://vocal.media/humans/episode-4-love-and-fall-poems
I felt this in my heart. Can I read this on the podcast?