CW: death of a loved one.
"Home is where the Heart is",
But my heart is burried deep into the Earth,
Six feet below where I stand;
The bouquet of once colourful, now turned grey flowers
Clutched in my hands:
The same hands that held you once.
Just like these flowers have been drained of their beauty over time,
Your face was drained of life when I last saw you;
Yet a peaceful look lingered there:
A sign of your eternal rest.
They say heartbreaks hurt the most,
But my heart never did break,
As it was lowered down carefully,
Into the place which is now new abode.
Travelling back to my residence,
An eerie silence ensues;
This place bo longer feels like the home which was once bustling with life;
Because Home is where the Heart is,
But my heart is burried deep with you.
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just random poems i wrote :)
Poetrya bunch of poems i wrote whenever i was bored. all of these are original pieces by me. PLEASE DO NOT ATTEMPT TO STEAL/COPY MY WORK WITHOUT PERMISSION. thanks, enjoi <3 ps- i'll keep on updating this everytime i write a poem that i feel is worth b...
