I do not care,
I care too much.
I do not need you,
I crave your touch.
As I lay at night, sleep out of reach.
I speculate of how to reach inner peace.
I don't know what I need,
I know what I desire.
To feel truly at home, no joy would be higher.
Although I am in luck, more so then most could ever dream,
Nights like these I wish I could scream.
A home for most is four walls and a roof,
But of the opposite I found proof.
After our time together I learned that no matter how you might think your home looks neat.
A true home, will always be two arms, and a heartbeat
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 8:37 PM UTC
I do not care,
I care too much.
I do not need you,
I crave your touch.
As I lay at night, sleep out of reach.
I speculate of how to reach inner peace.
I don't know what I need,
I know what I desire.
To feel truly at home, no joy would be higher.
Although I am in luck, more so then most could ever dream,
Nights like these I wish I could scream.
A home for most is four walls and a roof,
But of the opposite I found proof.
After our time together I learned that no matter how you might think your home looks neat.
A true home, will always be two arms, and a heartbeat
This is my first time of publishing anything, hope you like it.