Poetry
I'm in a faraway world, where I find home, I fell safe.
Poetry is a home for kindred souls as it's their space.
Ongoing
Started on: 7 April 2023
Ending date:
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I never liked the sun and it's light so inflamed Never was a morning person Always a moon child, they complained Just wanted to hid from the golden rays of sun. And then suddenly all I could see was his haze Those hazel sparkled, as so waking me up from my dying breath All I could think about was his gaze. If waking in the darkness means getting his light, Then dying from the cold is like clinging in his warm sight As they once said “I’ll be yours forever, till forever falls apart” But they forget to add I was always yours from the start There those sparkling eyes And there my home lies.
