Jul 2018
with those that listen
when no one seems to hear
with those that love
when you aren’t endeared
with those that care
when people disappear
that’s where you’ll find your home, my dear
when no one seems to hear
with those that love
when you aren’t endeared
with those that care
when people disappear
that’s where you’ll find your home, my dear
First poem I post!
(15/F/California)
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