The Room

Cuddled inside as the wind attacked the shutters
and rain danced across the glass.
Silly story telling, laughs and dreams.
Embracing when we're broken.
Laughing when there is nothing that can crack us.
From then to now.
The holidays to the school nights.
Tears that fall from laughter or hurt.
All the time knowing that we were safe.
Soon this is coming to an end.
Walk up the stairs and everything melts away.
The safety here on Earth that i can't explain.
So many pointless "plans" & long manipulative strategies.
Lists for Christmas and what we want in a boy.
Singing for a reply and make up that looks like death.
Sleeping safe, with love down stairs.
The comfort found at this place is unknown.
Fireworks exploding, swimming in the dark.
Summer sun soaking deep beneath the skin.
Horror films that cast shadows of fear,
Bubble baths that expel all weakness and hurt.
Music in the back yard.
The sound track of our life.
Looking at each other-
Burst of laughter.
Holding you when you cry,
leaning in when i'm scared to look.
Last night tears came.
"Never again, after 8 months"
But they quickly left,
You are not going to change and neither am i.
Accents might change our voice,
But no one can take you- it's just not a choice.