Jun 2015
Home is where the heart is
Yet, three weeks ago you walked out the door
Slicing our lives, our love
in half, like a scissors of relationships.
You left me our home,
but ran with my heart.
A home is just bricks and mortar
nothing more than materialistic,
when its inhabitants lives
are in turmoil
and all the memories made, are turned to sighs.
Home*, may be where the heart is,
but when you have a roof above your head,
but a missing heart,
home feels a little more like homeless.
Yet, three weeks ago you walked out the door
Slicing our lives, our love
in half, like a scissors of relationships.
You left me our home,
but ran with my heart.
A home is just bricks and mortar
nothing more than materialistic,
when its inhabitants lives
are in turmoil
and all the memories made, are turned to sighs.
Home*, may be where the heart is,
but when you have a roof above your head,
but a missing heart,
home feels a little more like homeless.
