Home is where the heart is
Home is found in your everlasting arms
In your cradles
And your kisses
Home hides in the backseat of your dad's car
As you drive through the darkness
Searching for clarity
And authoring security
Home is present in the bombardment of your sweet words
It is present in your lies
And glistens in your teary eyes
It roars in the fires of our fights
And it lights the nicotine of our love
It spills into the bites on your neck
And runs through the scratches on your back
Home hides in the lost thoughts of our youth
It is found framed on our walls to stare at us as we sin
Home is a lonely roof facing the sunrise
Home is the stolen words from books and movies
Home rested in the palm of your hand
And home left.
Home left me for time,
For age
Home was a mere thread of your soul
Sewed into my tear stained sheets
Home was a text that was sent from your running feet
Home was your dancing tongue
Searching for defeat
Home was the honeyed deceit
That catered my dreams
Home was the demon,
A shadow of my mind
A shadow of my lust
It was the detail in your written letters
And fake smiles
Home was a drop of salt in a sea of your unrealistic wisdom
Home was the sewed cuts I wish to open
Home was our four letter word,
But now I am hopeless,
I am helpless
And I'm homeless.
