Home is not just a place,
For I found my home in your touch;
I've been a wanderer for years.
Homeless;looking for nothing much.
But then I saw those orbs,
In them I saw the stars;they shined;
A shine so pure and bright,
When your eyes met mine.
And I sensed an unknown comfort,
In the way your lips curved
And how your warmth enveloped
Every corner of my soul without a touch.
And I knew I wasn't homeless anymore!
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Messy Bun
PoetryMessy Bun is all about my handwritten lyrical poems featuring the dark and bright side and everything i feel about life. Its my first work on wattpad created with all the love.i hope you like it :)
