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She nicknamed me "Home"
I asked her why she chose it for me
but she never answered;
nor did I push.

Years passed and things worsened
She left me alone to feel all pain.
I thought she would return to her home;
but may be, she was in search of a new home.

The name troubled me again.
The voice inside me questioned
"Why is she not coming back
when she called you her home?"

My mind hated her for getting away,
And tried hard to forget her in every way.
While my heart had the mind of its own;
It knew she would come to me very soon.

And then, my eyes found her
Her old laughter rang in my ear,
the same old smile made my heart flutter
But this time, she smiled for a stranger.
I realized that I was the home
which she lounged around in, when she felt low.
A shoulder to cry on, that's all I was.

I was her old home,
But it still gave me hope.
One day, may be, she will be back
Wanting again to be in that old home
Kit Scott Dec 2018
Remember your nickname
It saves you from the dark things
(don’t let them know you)
But if you must face them
Slit their tongues, peel away their pelts
Wear them as your skin
When you say “my Patches”
it always makes me smile
Like a ray of sunshine
on a cloudy day

Thank
you
for the smile
When someone calls you by your nickname it kinda shows they care. No one uses it in anger, only with affection. It may be Bebe, Bobby, or Hank, whatever fits your personality.
Tell me what you think.
MacKenzie Warren Jul 2018
i called him sweet
for nectar dripped from his lips
and a pink tint stained his cheeks
looking away at every compliment made
he always knew what to say
dipping every word in honey
he was sweet
he had a sugar coated smile
but the aftertaste was not worth one's while
Thomas EG Sep 2015
And after all you've gone through
To obtain respect from your roots
You must tell your younger branches
That this is just the way it is...

You have to mislead the youth
And continue to hide the truth
For you cannot blossom just yet
You need to wait for the sun to set

Now now, empty your watering can
Do not nourish the flowers' minds
Thoughts of drowning scare the man
So you should let them droop behind

And when they ask you why
The tree's vocal chords have changed
You will lie to their green eyes
And say *"it is only a nickname."
(Family tree)
CJ lebron Aug 2015
Do you ever wonder why i call you sunshan?
No, not because it sounds funny
Its because just like the sunshine
You turn a cloudy day wonderful
You dry up all the sadness
You brighten everyone's day
You make people happy
and that's simply with a smile
There's no better name for you
Than sunshan
Her name is similar to sunshan. I won't say her name for privacy reasons
PS Sep 2014
Baby call me baby
When and if you want to tell me
You want me and want me to know
If I know about the way you hope
And I hope you know that I know that you want me and want me to know you can tell me when and if you want to...
Baby call me
Baby.
I don't know but it's twisty.
Alyanne Cooper Jun 2014
My nickname for you was "broccoli".
I called you that because
Your hair is so curly
That one of our classmates
Tried to describe it and could only
Come up with "broccoli"
And somehow that name stuck in my heart.
To this day, I can't eat broccoli
Without thinking of you,
Picturing your curly brown hair
And kind green eyes
And strong yet tender fingers
And brilliant ear-to-ear smile
And smirk just for me.

I miss you. A lot.
I never told you I was in love with you,
And I regret that.
So I want to write a book of poems
And promote it far and wide
Just so I'll have the chance
To maybe catch your attention
And see you again.
Then, maybe I can tell you
"Thanks for the collection of Emerson
You so thoughtfully bought me...
That's what made me fall
Head over heels for you."

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