The colorful door knocks out, A step inside the buzzy mount. Stars in a row, An audience attending the show, fancy glass floor. Oh how its on a glow! Just then, somebody utter. Those fierce eyes flutter. Grabbing the spirits inside me, I blow. You ought to win over that shame. All that false blame, that fashionable flame.
I want to see you live your dreams. Achieve greatness and be happy, and I want to be a part of your life when you do, ‘Cause I keep imagining spending my life with you. Seeing amazing places with you, sharing moments where we are both breathless, lost for words. I want to see you smiling, hear you laugh, and I want to love you.
Rūckkehrunruhe.
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Houses and homes are not featured so prominently in poetry as, say, fields, hedgerows, or the moon, but they’re obviously important in their lives, and many poets have sought to reflect our feelings about home, and our attitudes to houses of all kinds. Here's my safe palace.