Home is where the heart is,
Where is my heart?
My heart is my sleeve beating and bleeding.
The joy of returning home,
The pain of knowing I will be alone.
Comfort will be replaced with longing,
Happiness, with misery,
Until I see you again.
I will run in the woods,
Sing to the creek,
Until the day you come back home to me.
I will suffer in daylight silence,
Scream in black coat of darkness,
Praying to God that soon you will be home.
My home will be my comfort,
My heart will be hurting,
The moutains will keep me safe.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Wishing you were home.
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Posted by Tue Dec 15, 2009 10:17am PST
Report AbuseB-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L! Well as long as its just poetry and not real! Miss ya girl!
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