He felt like home
The other half of my soul
My heart has always been homeless
I held a nomad's heart
Unable to take part
In settling for a love that was fruitless
Yet with him, time stood still
Leaving my fate unfulfilled
With him, I found no need to wander
Because of him, I stayed
He consumed more of my days
In him, I found safety and comfort
Then one day I realized
I became spoiled with vice
For I was a vagabond who stayed
What use are my wings
If I am not exploring
My heart was simply led astray
As though I was caught under glass
Because I had trespassed
In a home that was not meant for me
He felt like home
When I did not have my own
I was not looking for one initially
I explored love's territory
Leaving my own love's story
As I resume my journey again
There are times I still wonder
On those days of endless ponder
If I had made the right choice in the end
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 11:30 PM UTC
He felt like home
The other half of my soul
My heart has always been homeless
I held a nomad's heart
Unable to take part
In settling for a love that was fruitless
Yet with him, time stood still
Leaving my fate unfulfilled
With him, I found no need to wander
Because of him, I stayed
He consumed more of my days
In him, I found safety and comfort
Then one day I realized
I became spoiled with vice
For I was a vagabond who stayed
What use are my wings
If I am not exploring
My heart was simply led astray
As though I was caught under glass
Because I had trespassed
In a home that was not meant for me
He felt like home
When I did not have my own
I was not looking for one initially
I explored love's territory
Leaving my own love's story
As I resume my journey again
There are times I still wonder
On those days of endless ponder
If I had made the right choice in the end
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