I walked away,
away from my home.
Your smile in my mind,
and your heart in my hand.
You cannot possibly
love something beautiful,
when walls cover it.
How can I love you,
when you're a home with closed doors?
So I walked away,
since you break me anyway.
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To him, the waves (Poetry and Prose)
PoesíaMay the sea bring us back. Book 3 of my first poetry series For more books like this, follow @Licornesses.
