home is the place
of comfort and pride
of painful cries
and hollow nights
a place of
burnt out memories
some wished to be
remembered
and some wished to be
forgotten
but regardless
of what's taken place
in ours;
we have yet to finish
building the foundation
although,
home is a place
where the heart is
so i won't forget
the house where
we've laughed and cried
where our most beloved
grew old with us, and
in our arms
she died
a house of cards
where we call out
gin!
a place where
we've been through
tough and thin
for this is our battle
that i hope we win
because love
is the unique kind of thing
you simply can't
throw in the bin
" let us forgive each other – only then will we live in peace. "
Leo Nikolaevich Tolstoy
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(my mother did not take this lightly)
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it always goes back to you (Poetry Collection)
Poesia~ Poetry Collection ~ Genre: Anthology, Poetry, Love & Relationships A collection of poetry that explores different perspectives of the beauty, pain and bittersweet game of love. It also focuses on lovebird relationships, unrequited love, toxic, co...
