Sometimes I get lost in my home.
But there's too many stairs,
for anybody to care.
And I tumble down,
a gentle pause.
When the days are in a haze,
all my home is, is a cage.
Under the seas,
Beneath the Skys,
With the hurt,
Along the love,
You in haste arrive.
Sometimes I get lost in my home.
But you keep me safe,
away from the blaze,
When the days are in a rage,
You are my home.
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When A Bud Blooms | Poetry
Поэзия[COMPLETED] "As I see visions of me escaping this wretched reality, the hidden path behind me that I travelled a moment ago disappears, and the bridge readies itself to once more daunt. Through moments of such hesitation and doubt, oh pray, let me f...
