Homeless
He is my home.
Where I go to stay warm.
To laugh.
To smile.
To cry.
To feel.
Now I am homeless.
I am cold.
I am sad.
I am angry.
I am alone.
I am numb.
He is a home for someone else now.
She laughs.
She smiles.
She cries.
She feels.
But I am so cold.
To where I burn.
-bhictoria
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Cactus & Peony
PoetryA book about The pain The suffrage The beauty About being a girl In a world -bhictoria
