Take Two Drawers

Take two drawers,

And the top shelf too,

Some things are worth fighting over,

But my space belongs to you.

Put your shoes where you please,

Neatly beside mine or out of place,

The prints that matter are on my heart,

And (the ones your lips leave) on my face.

This air I breathe I share with you,

An uncommon honour I don’t deserve.

If you weren’t here, there’d be half of me,

Missing the part I’d die to preserve.

Take the drawers, you can have them all,

Even the closets, racks and window ledges.

Welcome home, this is where you belong,

Surround me, be curves to my rough edges.


Culled from http://orefakorede.com/take-two-drawers/