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Just Be Home



I want to hold you forever,
till the end,
When your hairs sieved the sunlight
every single time,
I used to brush it.
I never got a chance to ask you
How do you feel about me,
But I knew you had the same feelings hidden in you.
Ashamed, you said we were friends 
on vacation in Vienna,
And brothers in Paris.
No, we are not friends or brothers
But you are my lover,
Do you think the way I think?
When you lied about your love life
Your eyes refused to look mine.
You were not certain,
You were afraid to confirm.
I remember the day you walked into
my life,
Saying you liked my Hawaiian shirt.
It's okay if you don't remember,
It's okay if you are afraid.
While we all chase the love,
we go for the perfect,
For the easy life.
But I cannot forget the love in your eyes for me,
entangled in the trauma of perfection.
Your words always brought the winter before me,
Like a bird, I felt my flight.
I pray that you realise your heart,
I will be here for you,
waiting in my old cabin.
Just be home, and don't run away.
I will be here for you,
We can pick up the pieces together,
Not as friends or brothers
But something more than that,
Which you are free to name.
Don't hide or run away,
Just be home,
I promise to keep you close.

A.C

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