I thought this was home
Because home is where the heart is.
But I learned quickly
That statement is tricky,
Because home doesn't exist
Until you create it for yourself.
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10:37 p.m.
PoetryAt 10:37pm I pour my soul onto the ground For no one to see But me. Your thoughts are the most vibrant against a dark sky. This is a collection of shorter poems that pop into my head as the nights progress. They are raw and mostly unedited. Enjoy, K...
Home?
I thought this was home
Because home is where the heart is.
But I learned quickly
That statement is tricky,
Because home doesn't exist
Until you create it for yourself.
