Tiny rooms, and even tinier hearts
Brings me closer to where i was once
Happiness resides in where we belong
Strangeness follows subtle nuance
Empty rooms, filled with gloom,
Hope someday i will outgrow
The dingy smell, supposed to feel
Home, yet carries creepy bellows
Personal space feels less personal
When free time seems a burden
For someone who used to sleep in plush
Home is still far and uncertain
Not that anything will change
Yet the longing for a friend
Desperate mind seeks comfort
In constant seeking of the end
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Willful Verses
PoetryWords. Words are power, words are hope, words are comfort and words are strong. Specially when they are intertwined into beautiful strings of lines which weave into verses and ultimately gives us warmth in the form of a poem. Everyone has there un...
