I want to be someone's home,
One with grass and trees,
Some dandelions and brown leaves.
Build picket fences if you'd like,
But gift me a key,
'Cause you are who I love,
And I want you to find comfort in me.
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PoetryI write shitty poetry that I love and I upload it sometimes.
I can be your home
I want to be someone's home,
One with grass and trees,
Some dandelions and brown leaves.
Build picket fences if you'd like,
But gift me a key,
'Cause you are who I love,
And I want you to find comfort in me.