Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2018
Here I am again taking a walk through my thoughts,
And somehow always end up going down a path that leads to you.
I guess it’s because you’re a part of me, the same as my skin and bones.
I love you in ways I only have heard of in books, and only thought was possible in fairytales.
You call to me like home calls to a sailor long at sea.
I can’t wait to be home.
Home is with you on a cold winter day.
I’m almost there.
My muse
Oh No One
Written by
Oh No One  Nowhere Land
(Nowhere Land)   
416
   Vanessa Gatley
Please log in to view and add comments on poems