sometimes home isn't a place.
sometimes home is a person and my home will always be you.
but it seems like I'll never get home now, you keep running away from yours.
YOU ARE READING
the Cloud & her tears
Poezjaher thoughts are wind ; her ideas a storm ; her laughter a hurricane that has forests pinned; her smile a rouse to make bees swarm; ° this is poetry by the Cloud & her tears °
