Everytime you visit me in this far-off place,
Words erupt from this weak heart,
Which does not have the guts to say,
I love you and go home to you.
Your beautiful face shines so bright,
In those crevices of my brain lying here and there,
Trying to keep the original me alive,
In this far-off place with no real light.
I have lit my abode bright and yellow,
In anticipation that you'd come and bless it,
The medium and small sized beings residing in it,
Awaiting you with smiles and open arms.
The
Words erupt from this weak heart,
Which does not have the guts to say,
I love you and go home to you.
Your beautiful face shines so bright,
In those crevices of my brain lying here and there,
Trying to keep the original me alive,
In this far-off place with no real light.
I have lit my abode bright and yellow,
In anticipation that you'd come and bless it,
The medium and small sized beings residing in it,
Awaiting you with smiles and open arms.
The
