I prepare for the beginning
Because I know,
The end is inevitable...
I get my clothes packed,
My little belongings,
Showered, dressed..
2 bags full,
Plus my small one.
Shoes on and tied,
Ready to walk out the door
...Physically...
It's not the car ride I dread.
Not the 5 hour drive.
Chance of leg cramps,
Chance of hunger on the way,
It's not my parents argueings,
And it's not worrying
For when I get there...
I'm happy to see everyone.
I'm happy to see you,
I am...
But an end to this stay.
The end to this stay
Is inevitable...
And that, perhaps,
Is what I dread.
Coming back
To the place
That is suppose to be
But
Doesn't feel like
...Home...
~ B.M.D ~
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Everything Is A Form Of Art
PoetryThe best way I know how to express how I feel; With words. ~ by B.M.D. A.k.a ~ Bloopsque A.k.a ~ ItamiTheSaiyan A.k.a ~ Me
