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It's good to be home But what exactly is home? Just a building? Or is it love that makes it home? Have I become homeless while having a house? I always felt that my home was between her two arms So fragile yet strong I could crush them, yet she was the strong one Now with all my love gone I live in a homeless house While neverending battle between death and life is fought in my weak head Walls once filled with her paintings are now screaming with emptiness I walk through corridor, I see memories Times when we were dancing, laughing, kissing Planing our kids, our future, our life How can I live with you gone, my love?
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Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 9:06 AM UTC
Scarlet
It's good to be home But what exactly is home? Just a building? Or is it love that makes it home? Have I become homeless while having a house? I always felt that my home was between her two arms So fragile yet strong I could crush them, yet she was the strong one Now with all my love gone I live in a homeless house While neverending battle between death and life is fought in my weak head Walls once filled with her paintings are now screaming with emptiness I walk through corridor, I see memories Times when we were dancing, laughing, kissing Planing our kids, our future, our life How can I live with you gone, my love?
I wouldn't call it a poem, it's just a screaming of my heart, not too pretty yet filled with strong feelings
#scarlet#love#death#sadness#misery#longing
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Mastodont
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 9:06 AM UTC
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