I always left my heart under the table
Where I put the papers every single round
I tried not to broke my ankle
Thank God my soul attached to the ground
This is home
Where I lose myself everyday
Where my life's gone
Where the young souls fly away
And to you, I shall tell this
Before I put you under that table
Along with the heart, I shall miss
For too many love has been carved here
My Home, you've committed a crime
Unto me, you have proved what love is
Take me back to that field
For the love grew there like tall grasses
You are my home, my saviour, my medicine
You healed me all over again
You're a God's work
Love and kindness poured out from you
Long lost comfort,
You are my wish and prayer fulfilled
Let me say thank you
An endless one forever
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PoetryPoems, poems, poems. One's unspoken words. A gift from the gods. The infinite ocean. A boundless orbit. A bleeding heart.
