I long for a place like home.
They take form of an arm and an embrace.
Coloured in sun-kissed skin and a black coat.
I long for a place like home.
In the crevice of your shoulders, I seek warmth,
one that has left me long before.
I long for a place like home.
And end up finding fragments of you in
the sweat of my own blood. In the laughs of my
own kin.
YOU ARE READING
❀ƒᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs❀
Poetry(2017) A book about feelings + freestyle poetry (?) I wrote some of the most cringe and emo shit, so bear with me.
