The Room

Again and again I backspace through words
and thoughts that run through my head backwards
Do they make sense, should they really be said ...
My mind is like a white room filled with many things to be said
On the walls, floors and ceilings are memories, flashbacks, ideas and dreams.

I've never felt more filled with perfection then before.
And I must say I love every bit of that, because of you, I will never be the same
So as cluttered as my mind is, this goes to show just how that's oh so true.
Before, my mind seemed empty and I'm glad now you've moved in.

You belong here filling my mind, because you make it home. Not just any home, but our Home.
I can for once, share without hiding behind ... because you don't mind.
So wherever you are, whatever you're doing ... i'll know right where to find you. Right at home.
Always right there to talk to ... to hold ... to share with.

So we'll never ever be apart, because that room, is really my heart!