"There is a place,
I long to be,
A home I'm yet to build.
I feel a warmth
Of cozy rooms,
Just waiting to be filled.
And late at night,
I find I miss,
This place that's yet to be.
I miss the scent,
Of every bloom,
In gardens, I am yet to see.
Rooms I'm yet to share
With people
I am yet to hold.
But all this warmth
I longed for
Only leaves me feeling cold."
-Arabella Katt (xCaptainCl3mentinex)
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Pocket Full Of Poetry | Collection Of My Original Poetry | Arabella Katt
PoetryA collection of poetry I have written. Enjoy! " I Climb Into The Tallest Tree, Where You Could Never Find Me, Where Words On Paper Planes Fly Free, Watch stories sail across the sea In My Ink Filled World Where I Can Be, With Pockets Full Of Poetry"...
