My life made its home
in my heart.
It flickers
a burning ember
with nothing to save
...but my heart
that always burns
with why and where
we could be.
I feel comfort some days
...but my heart
trusts only myself
in this life in my home
where you were not
and didn't want to be.
My home is my heart
and my life is my
Apr 6, 2023
Apr 6, 2023 at 3:11 AM UTC
My life made its home
in my heart.
It flickers
a burning ember
with nothing to save
...but my heart
that always burns
with why and where
we could be.
I feel comfort some days
...but my heart
trusts only myself
in this life in my home
where you were not
and didn't want to be.
My home is my heart
and my life is my
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