Some things just never change,
And going back home's always the same.
Just hurt and bitterness so sweet,
Fountains danced on strings as I ate my treat.
Every night for a while, it was my whole life.
Streets filled with the bizarre,
An ever changing and wondrous bazaar.
Wonders that I could never have,
Strung up, naked and bare.
As I walked every night and saw.
Never knowing how they would flay raw,
My memories, unkind and unflinching.
Showing me what I can never have.
It's odd that wanting granted me more,
Than having has ever had.
And now I want to have what I had,
Out of reach, now I'm glad.
Forever I'll chase this forgotten place,
It doesn't exist, never had.
Chasing an illusion, perhaps I'm mad,
Forgetting the home I had.
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PoetrySecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
