LOFT

I once wrote an ode to the baked potato,
but this one will be about our first home.
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You are everything I imagined
+ poisonous paint & pseudo mouse sightings

So i'm crafting you into the best Pinterest board
+ college budget & schizophrenic hipster style

I put your rooms in unorganized themes, because 
I couldn't make up my mind
ha, stop laughing LOFT,
you always get me, don't you
(genuine side smile)

You should feel loved 
(even when I yell at your dusty blinds)
because Stephen and I love each other, 
and our love is eternal, 
like the 70's smell through the front door
& the soap scum from the dishwasher

You are the first.
You are new crayon boxes
& 7th grade love notes

and we adore you.