Housewife Secrets

how do you transport me to locations, that i’ve never been before? it’s like you’ve been weaved together with every language and music note of the world. and i love the smell of salt in your hair, and the way your almond eyes are what smiles when you do. but i want to see your vulnerable side, the one you bury like hidden treasure, you don’t always have to be laughing, or be the one who remains cheerful for everybody else. and i know when you get run down or you feel caged in, because your spirit burns out like a flame on a map, and i walk on eggshells because the swirl of feelings that are pushed away surface through slicing words let me in, give me a passport to that part of you that you guard so well i know you have fears, and worries, and you won’t let anyone know but you stream from stars like glittering bursts of sunshine and your joy is the elixir that has inspired rapture, and so that hidden part of you could never dim the light we see in you