Where's Home?
Am I a stranger in my own bed
for its sheets seems to despise me?
Am I an intruder in my own head
for its thoughts seems so foreign to me?
Am I residing in the wrong body
for every limb doesn't feel like mine?
Am I swimming on a different sea
for its abode doesn't look like mine?
Why do I feel like a stranger in my own home?
Why do I feel like I am in someone else's soul?
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He Who Cried Words
PoetryYou made my eyes cry but never of tears. You stabbed my chest but it never made me bleed. When you broke me apart, you just gave life to an art. When you broke my heart, you only fueled me to write. -E. Pleuvoir Cover made with canva
