What is home, everyone knows
from experience or lack
or both, as I do
And still
I know what I missed
when I think about it
Not often, at last
I got my home
And still
I am the saviour, the angel
I have practised to be
from childhood
I hesitate at the old Christmas card
with me as a little angel, back then
when I got a cat as a present
Stars on my white dress
gilt-edged wings
and a halo
But unable
to definitely redeem
my family, their desires
Wounded, I crashed
bipolar between heaven and earth
between love and failure
May 28, 2023
May 28, 2023 at 3:51 AM UTC
What is home, everyone knows
from experience or lack
or both, as I do
And still
I know what I missed
when I think about it
Not often, at last
I got my home
And still
I am the saviour, the angel
I have practised to be
from childhood
I hesitate at the old Christmas card
with me as a little angel, back then
when I got a cat as a present
Stars on my white dress
gilt-edged wings
and a halo
But unable
to definitely redeem
my family, their desires
Wounded, I crashed
bipolar between heaven and earth
between love and failure
