"You are Home," she says
But Home...?
"Together we are Home," he says
But we aren't...?
"We'll never leave Home behind," they say
But then why'd you leave me...?
"You'll never forget Home?" I ask
But I was ignorant...?
"We could never forget you," they promise
But you did...?
"Well, everyone tells lies to get what they want, Home," they sneer
But I never did...?
So here lies me, the forgotten Home, in which there is no loving memory.
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Poems I Write
PoesíaThese are just poems that I write when I bored Hope you like them 🥰 (Some of them are prolly pretty dark, but I love them so give my babies a chance 🥺🙏)
