I want to go back
To where I belong
Where people are kind
And bonds are strongI need to go back
To where I belong
Where hearts are on sleeves
And trust isn't wrongI can't go back
To where I belong
Decisions were made
What's done is done.
YOU ARE READING
Escaped
PoetryWords from my mind, strung together so they rhyme... (kind of) A collection of poems that have fled my head.