For a girl who never really has had a home, your arms feel the closest thing to it.
Home... A place where you feel wanted and safe, comfortable and happy. Your arms are just that and sometimes it's the only place I want to be.
Only I cannot be in them for you are distant and I am alone, again. I am weary, I am tired of not feeling home. You are my home.
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Words n' shit
PoetryThis is a collection of stuff that I wrote. It's not that good. I'm not an experienced writer or poet but sometimes it helps me to write what I feel.
