I am from Home.
I am from hot baths in the summer and winter alike.
I am from a silver ring decked with a ruby.
I am from laughing faces and weeping hearts.
From Pilaf and Tabuleh.
From the lonely, and the love.
I am from music loud in my ears so I don't have to listen to anyone.
I am from late-night arguments and early-morning apologies.
I am from cousins and children
Staying in my home despite
Their heritage.
I am from Untitled Documents.
I am from Marisa and Ben. My namesake and her lover.
I am from hand-washing dishes.
From Mrs. Laird and Mrs. Tans.
From Eagle Crest.
I am from Volleyball.
From late practices
And broken limbs.
I am from the world.
From crushing decisions that don't matter.
From school-induced insomnia.
I am from the wind
In my hair.
Stars above my head.
Children in my classroom.
I am from England-so far away, and yet so near.
I am from Doctor Who and Sherlock.
My inspirations.
I am from Sobahn.
My friend I have never seen.
I am from swinging into the lake from a tire swing and a zip-line.
Dogs.
Stray cats.
Army games.
I am from fake battles and singing hymns in the shade of the hot summer day.
I am from Christian and Kira.
From red paint on the pavement-lying to me, telling me it is blood.
I am from my childhood.
I wish I could go back there.
I am from home.
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 12:52 PM UTC
I am from Home.
I am from hot baths in the summer and winter alike.
I am from a silver ring decked with a ruby.
I am from laughing faces and weeping hearts.
From Pilaf and Tabuleh.
From the lonely, and the love.
I am from music loud in my ears so I don't have to listen to anyone.
I am from late-night arguments and early-morning apologies.
I am from cousins and children
Staying in my home despite
Their heritage.
I am from Untitled Documents.
I am from Marisa and Ben. My namesake and her lover.
I am from hand-washing dishes.
From Mrs. Laird and Mrs. Tans.
From Eagle Crest.
I am from Volleyball.
From late practices
And broken limbs.
I am from the world.
From crushing decisions that don't matter.
From school-induced insomnia.
I am from the wind
In my hair.
Stars above my head.
Children in my classroom.
I am from England-so far away, and yet so near.
I am from Doctor Who and Sherlock.
My inspirations.
I am from Sobahn.
My friend I have never seen.
I am from swinging into the lake from a tire swing and a zip-line.
Dogs.
Stray cats.
Army games.
I am from fake battles and singing hymns in the shade of the hot summer day.
I am from Christian and Kira.
From red paint on the pavement-lying to me, telling me it is blood.
I am from my childhood.
I wish I could go back there.
I am from home.
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