but where do you go?
where do i go?
there's no where left to go.
i no longer have a home to run to.
no home to feel safe.
and every place i turn,
it's another reminder of the one i long for.
i didn't expect to lose home.
the safety i received.
i didn't expect to lose the will to live.
so where do you go?
where do you run to when there's nothing left.
how am i expected to go up again,
after i've already forced it over and over before.
where do you go?
i don't have the answer for that.
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Romancethe thoughts about love. Simplicity form yet addictive to consume your mind over. Love isn't always perfect. (I know I'm not a perfect writer in poetry, but I thought it would be fun to write out some thoughts I have, and things I've learned int...
