Is it wrong?
Is it wrong for me to long home, as I lay in my bed?
Is is wrong to want to cry into my fathers arms like a toddler?
It shouldn't feel so wrong, I shouldn't feel this guilt.
Every bone in my body craves to go back in time.
Back to the summers in the mountains with grand dad.
Yet my brain knows what my heart denies.
I will never get those memories back.
I hope to remember them fondly as I age.
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Things never said
PoetryPoetry written by a lost soul at different points in my life. I hope to get feedback and I hope that you'll enjoy 😊 as reading please keep in mind that I am a novice poet with a soul full of words that can only glimpse into what I may be feeling bu...
