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Nov 2015
This is where I am,
This is the floor I walk on.
Whether shoes are on me or barefoot,
I **** it up and keep myself in here.
I walk where there are little birds
Flying by me.
Ignored I am
Alone I don’t always care that I am
And limited to how I live.
Luxury is never overrated until
You are removed from where you want to be.
Never even held my own key.
Someone who hasn’t learned in life as much as me
Will be sitting on a throne with a view outside.
I see nothing and no hope when I get to where I am.
This is who I am,
This is the person I became.
I started the jeep and put my problems in the passenger seat
While I drive myself to freedom.
I will never mind the traffic in the city with starry skies and beaming
Lights.
Beautiful colors of orange, red, green, white, and purple, couldn’t ask for anything more,
And the moon in the sky is to heal our trauma that has ever happened
On the worst night of our life.
There is always something out there to see,
Oh wait, I was talking about me.
I have a heart and it doesn’t necessarily reside at my home.
Home is where someone’s heart is but definitely not for me.
If there weren’t an outside world where I pick to wander,
How would my heart ever grow?
I learn to accept and to be strong.
Those who can’t accept my differences or me help my strength
Believe it
Or
Not.
I wear a big smile,
I say my hello and goodbye.
I walk alone with my shadow that shows how beautiful I look.
I get home,
I already have my heart with me.
I’ll need it,
For the next
Argument.
The saying Home is Where the Heart is is disagreed by many.
Luna Casablanca
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Luna Casablanca
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