Searching, walking on unused paths,
Finding, a place no one's ever been too.
It's my world, my mind, my heart.
Stitching all that back together.
Finding my place, my home.
Searching for you.
You're in my heart, in my mind, my world.
You're holding all of it together.
There's no need for searching a home,
With you by my side.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryEvery since I learned how to express myself using stylistic devices (?) I've been writing poetry, and some my poems I publish here. Some might be better, some might be worse, but each of them carries a piece of my mind.
