There are islands on Fiji not a sole
has touched
Streets in Italy I
have not walked
Air in Sweden I
have not breathed
A home, somewhere, I
have not found
My head longs for a bed
that feels like my own
My heart yearns for people
who will call me home
But for now
I will lay in a cold bed
Wrap myself up
in the hope of tomorrow
Hold loveless hands
Until I get home
Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 1:46 PM UTC
“Feel my heart!”
Your voice echoes down the empty streets and my palm presses against your chest
A soft giggle escapes my lips and I’m off
Running as fast my feet will take me, my mind racing to the beat within your ribs
How long will you remember the rush this late night gives
Will your memory of me be as fleeting as this moment we are in?
I want my voice to be so loud, my words so important
That the stars remember the sound of my voice
Will the clouds of the morning hear the story of this night?
Or will its only record be carved in the space between us?
I’ll remember, will you?
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 3:05 AM UTC