You told me not to look for magic places,
You taught me not to run away from me.
And now I know
That my home is
Where your embrace is,
And that in all those places I am free.
When I left you we couldn’t be together:
Me – scared shitless, you – so goddamn weak!
But since I’ve found
That by your side
I will not loose a feather,
For you’ve become the strong man that I need.
I used to be afraid of being casual:
Of washing clothes, cooking, washing up.
Oh, now I see
That all these things
Could be my way of magic:
The honour’s mine to shield you with my Love.
It seemed to me that Home was not my calling,
A waste of time that tears careers apart.
You showed me that
I wasted time
In wrong direction strolling.
Skills Home will help me hone – not Business – Art.
(27.03.2007)
You told me not to look for magic places
© Copyright: Мисс Вэлл, 2007
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