Part of me wanted to go home,
to the warmth of the house,
to the place I have known,
but i knew that if I went back,
if I headed home now,
things would be different,
it would be cold somehow.
Part of me wanted to keep walking,
further away from this place,
to where no one even knows my name.
I could start over,
I could begin again,
life would be easy and simple, but then
what would he do if I never return?
Would he call me, apologise, tell me he misses me,
or would he even care?
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts from my brain
PoesiaIt's poetic, in a way. This is a mixture of poems and short passages. I'm writing these for myself, I guess, as a way to collect my thought, but I hope you enjoy the little pieces of me you read.
