three years ago
i lost a home
never belonging anywhere
wandering and writing poems
that never belonged to anyone
until today, as i watch him
lay his head gently
drifting slowly
and lightly
what did i do to deserve this?
this kind of love
that makes me hope
the kind that makes me dive deep
without knowing what lies beneath
i never thanked God so much
until i met him
my home, my serenity
the only love of my life
and to whom my poems of love
solely belong to
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 11:51 PM UTC
three years ago
i lost a home
never belonging anywhere
wandering and writing poems
that never belonged to anyone
until today, as i watch him
lay his head gently
drifting slowly
and lightly
what did i do to deserve this?
this kind of love
that makes me hope
the kind that makes me dive deep
without knowing what lies beneath
i never thanked God so much
until i met him
my home, my serenity
the only love of my life
and to whom my poems of love
solely belong to
- i wrote this before he left me
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