How can I be homesick
For a place that
isn't even home?
I went there once,
And I never knew
I would miss it so much
Little things remind me
Tall darkened trees
Rocky jacked hills
The sweetest people
I've ever met
I miss seeing the
Buffalo, bears, wolves,
and the so called speed goats
I miss it there
I felt at home
How can I be homesick
For a place that
isn't even home?
I went there once,
And I never knew
I would miss it so much
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My Poems
PoetryThis is my poems that I write whenever I'm mad, sad, happy, or just feel the need to creat something. It was called "Arts" but I feel that that title didn't fit any more. I really hope you guys get a chance to read this and tell me what you think!
