I want to soar the skies,
Like a child in a Fest.
Or hold his hand,
And dance in my best dress.

I want to fall in love again,
With him forever, daily.
I won't mind the pouring rain,
As I kiss his lips, soft and gaily.

I'd close my eyes in his loving arms,
Than In heaven, where nothing harms.
I'd rather die cold and leer,
Than stay away in pitiful fear.

His smile takes away my fear,
He's my home, away or here.
Only away, I realise why I'm blue.
You can be homesick for people too.

Shattered memories on the floor,
All that happiness, locked behind a door.
This broken lady, is that me?
The confident lady I used to be?
My head's swirling, Is the world still turning?
Cause my lungs are burning...
With hurt and pain. Been strong for too long!
Pick me up today, finish this sad song,
With happiness and love.
Send me peace today, fly me a dove.
Hold me up and take me away.
I've been in hell too long, just take me away.
Take me to home, I've been here all my life.
Take me away from all this strife.
Fought for a long time, now Victory's in Sight.
Just Carry me home, Tonight.

This song is now ended, my saviour's here.
The path to Home, is now clear.
The scars have faded, the wounds healed.
All those bad memories, now packed and sealed.
He was dry land and I was drowning.
He picked me up, and now I'm bowing
To happiness, it's now here.
Clearing away, this day full of fear.
I've been in hell & Now I reach home.
I'm now protected, in this magic treated dome.
I'm now on a clean road, with just a few twists in sight.
I'm at Home, Tonight.

We leave the melancholy behind,
Brave into the new lands.
I'm a stranger in my own land
I race with the wild winds of the monks.
My beast thumps, gasps and leaps.
Roaring mechanics of the modern world they say.

A thousand eyes staring upon us,
Monks become our mothers, and mules our guides.
The brave hearted fear, as the terror is sheer.
The thin air threatens us,
The sight of a canvas brings warmth to heart, beast finally rests.

I'm far away from home, we're a thousand miles apart.
To be lost is a joy of different kind, to be forgotten is just a thought in mind.
The glimpse of the golden crested peak is a blessing in disguise,
Then my heart stops to confess I'm homesick.

I feel really weird
Like homesick
For a place
That doesn't
Even exist

If your arms are Boston, than I miss home.

i cried yesterday,
though not because i miss you.

i cried for the person you used to be.
i cried over the boy who couldn't sing
(but i loved when you did)
i cried over the boy whose laugh lit up the room
(and i selfishly loved being the cause of it)
i cried over the boy who would do anything for anyone
(even someone as unworthy as myself)
i cried over the boy who
taught me the video games he played on sad days
(and was patient even when i smashed buttons)
i cried over the boy who cried during my favorite movies
(even though some parts were drowned out by electric touch on my skin)
i cried over the boy who believed he would spend forever with me
(but forever is relative, isn't it?)

i cried yesterday,
though not because i miss you
(even though i’m sure you’d like to think so).

i cried for the person you used to be.

blurry eyes
washed out lies
surfacing when you realize
you're not where you belong
the picture came out wrong
just me in a stranger's sweater
thinking things won't ever get better
listening to that ocean sound
wanting to be lost and found
with the moon to my left and the sun to my right
i'll try and save myself tonight

The clouds have began to gather for the coming fall,
While the birds begin to flock towards warmer climes.
My morning routine has grown longer as the days shorten,
for I must bundle up or the journey to school.  
The cold nips my ears and nose, the only bits of skin exposed.
  My right hand is warmed by the burning ember it cups,
the other is ****** into the pocket of my jacket.  
My mood rises as the temperature drops,
with the cold comes the rain and snow I wait for each year.  
I long for the day I can go home to the clouds in the north, the endless autumn rain, even in the depths of summer, the ice water ocean crashing heavy on the shore, the beautiful emerald ferns and pines of the deepest green.

The clouds have began to gather for the coming fall, and they are making me homesick.

One little window
in
my tiny dorm
room.
To watch the sun rise
and then
sleep

Makes me miss my tree house windows
untoasted bagels
for breakfast
And a textbook
for a friend--
Thomas's 12th edition

One little
Window.
That keeps me sleeping
Until
noon.

One little window.
That keeps me
so concealed.

One little window
That makes me miss home.