Safe house
By VagrantGypsy
As I write these words I wonder who they’re for The person who I’ll always love because of our time together in diapers and life preservers, You, the one that because of those times, will never be, Or the one who says he loves me today I know my heart will belong to you forever, no matter who I occasionally lend it out to, I just wanted you to know, and hope you feel the same You’re on a plane right now leaving home And even thought I saw you just last night, I already miss you I know you’ll be back and we’ll meet again somewhere in the future To talk of how much we’ve changed Parting is more than hard; a piece of me goes with you When we’re forced back into reality and our safe house is just a blue house on Montgomery Street whose porch light never goes out We’ll all come home sometime in the future once we’ve gone our separate ways We’ll make new home movies and watch old ones in the house whose porch light never burns out, And talk of how much we’ve changed Written January 2nd, 2002 © on Feb 03 2002 12:41 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"As I write these words I wonder who they’re for..."