I wonder when my bed will feel less lonely, and more like coming home.
it's arms always welcome me but it never feels as comfortable as your arms.
i miss you.
come home.
lie to me through my dreams.
let me think your home is my home so we can get lost in our own house.
lead me through these lying dreams.
the truth of the matter is,
i must sleep,
whether it feels like home,
or not.
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