There are some homes, Which feels more at home than our home. People, there are rude but true. It feels safe to be there rather than roam. They understand because they themselves have gone through. But they actually value you for being you. That's the real home where you find your true construe.
I can feel warmth of your shape Words I have always said escape An everlasting dawning realization We have such rare creation Can feel my growing need Love the way my heartbeats speed All mistakes fade away around you Catch up the consequences that followed through None helped me see with clearer eyes Pushing further yet I still return It's **** good exercise Underwater A dream Loudly exhaling steam I hear snores exit your mouth Far away travelling south Distant echoes Nights spent together in the past Swim through like fish but get caught in nets cast If dragged from your arms across the earth to roam I will find the way back no matter the distance until I am home
my mind is the city that never sleeps. thoughts roam the streets - some with circular commutes. some glare at each other some smile, uplifting everyone. despite the chaotic rhythm, the underlying beat of my heart determines the pace of the city.
Where do you go when my presence is not there? The absence of my gaze Who's eyes get captured in a stare? While you mouth the word "always" What do you clutch when you're scared? My hand too far away Wonder how well you'll fare On your own when skies turn grey Does someone gently stroke your hair? Are you genuinely okay? Is it difficult to breathe air? Body caught in a craze When we are apart are you even aware? That next to I no longer lay? Am I nothing more than spare? Part to use then throw away For who do you pretend to care? With constructed words you say Many times you have said "I swear" Unsaid it the very next day Please answer the question "where?" Where does your heart wander when it strays?