Memories | A Collection of Poems

My Song

I'm seeing all the city lights
Don't know which one is home.
Each one had a story
But none of them my own.
Watching them, the lives go by
I don't know which to want.
But torn inside, between the lives
My heart is pulled too taunt.
Don't know where I'm going
Just know I'm going home.
Don't matter what direction
Don't matter if I roam.
'Cause if you're there beside me
I don't think I could be wrong.
But just in case
I think I'll play my song.