a home for
the lost thought,
unsent messages,
haunting memories,
and midnight tears.
even the pain has
a place inside this body.
but i never felt this lost
for my entire life,
wishing for an arm to hold
me when i had nightmare,
craving for places
that i never been before.
longing for someone i
have not meet yet.
searching for home.
A/N: i think a home for every wandering soul is in broken poetry. ;)
YOU ARE READING
the poet & her muse
Poetryturning my pain into rhyme so that i could always remember you in every stanza. -
