I really wish someone would
look behind the door I built
pull me into a warm embrace and
tell me I was loved
And when we pulled away
and our gazes meet, whilst
getting lost in their chocolate
brown eyes, tell me I was home
And I would feel it, I would
know. Because I've been
searching for home for as long
as I can remember. I've
given up the hope that it would
be a structure so I'm looking
elsewhere now. Home now has
two arms that hold me when
I cry, eyes that one could get
lost in, the sweetest smile
and the most melodic voice
Look in the mirror and what
do I see? Home. Home is me.
YOU ARE READING
My Book of Poetry
PoesíaHi everyone, I have been inspired by my best friend to share my poetry and so this is what this book is going to be all about. Please note that these poems are all my own, except the ones I give credits to the author, so if anyone would like to shar...
