I have felt it once before.
The warmth of home.
But I lost it.
Where has it gone?
What was it again?
The feeling of peace and warmth.
It comes alive when I'm with you....
Is home your eyes when they sparkle in the sun?
Or when you open your arms wide for a hug?
Home...
I have found it again.
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This was for a writing challenge with a friend
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Hidden Feelings
PoesíaThis is gonna be sad-ish poem type thing, that describes how I felt/feel about some things. Like past boys or death of a family member and such. I might even end up making it into a story, idk. But what I do know is that almost everything in this bo...
