The sweetness, the warmth,
of your presence next to me
Maybe just for now
Maybe just for ever
Maybe it's just me
Missing what I used to be
A dead version of me
Because it's gone away
To a place out of reach
Over a bridge I can't yet cross
YOU ARE READING
My mini sagas
Poetry[0.5] Home Home, for me, Isn't the place I grew up in. It's my friends. Songs. Beautiful moments. Train rides, Sleepovers, The ocean And escaping the rain in a café. It's also here: My online friends, wonderful people, amazing stories. I want you t...
