they say home is where the heart is but my heart's in 3 pieces
I hate to ask you Lord for more help but I need it
my heart is shattered, fragments scattered all across town
I need saving, walls are caving, and I just want to be found
a piece of my heart, like broken glass
haunts me, it's stuck in the past
another piece, that's living for right now
a piece in the present, just tryna make people proud
lastly, the part that's further down the road
occupying the future and the unknown
so many options, the right choice I don't know
if home is where the heart is,
Im not sure where to go
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Scribbles, Thoughts, and Doodles.
PoetryA collection of mostly poems and a few stories. I will be continuously adding to this as I experience life and need a creative outlet to express myself. I hope this reaches people who can relate, and if you can't, I hope you get to know me as you vi...
