I CALL THEM HOME. MY HOME.
I had a dream last night.
You and me were HOME.
'HOME', you called it.
But the ocean of your eyes was, my HOME.
The love I saw was as big as the ocean.
Never willing to end, but asking me to enter.
And I did.
I entered MY HOME.
And the love stilled, like the water of the ocean.
Why?
Because I was in.
You didn't want me to float away.
You brought me all the way back HOME.
But heyyy I'm HOME.
And I won't leave MY HOME.
You took me in.
Into that deep ocean.
Poured me kisses and showered me with the endless amount of love.
I tasted it.
I drank it.
I savoured it.
It's still on my lips.
But it's all your fault now.
That every moment I wanna be HOME.
I don't wanna go out.
I love the taste of you and your love.
MY HOME.
Geez, you call them eyes.
Ask me.
I Call them ocean.
You asked me why.
The reason is you.
I dive into it.
I sink in it.
Yet again I swim.
Cuz your love pulls me out.
Making me realize, it's not a dream darling.
Yet again, I see myself in you.
YOU CALL THEM EYES.
I CALL THEM HOME.
MY HOME.
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