Foggy glass
Being with you is home,
Loving you is home,
Falling to you is home,
But now my home crumbling to kiss the ground,
Leaving all this little pieces,
Just so I can reminisce and break,
Haunting me days and nights,
Me being homeless under the roof beneath my head,
As my forehead pressed against this clear glass,
My breath fog it up,
Leaving a vivid misty imprint,
I draw a smile,
Laugh like a fool,
And I write your name,
Stare at it longingly,
And erase it with the back of my hand,
Just the way I did to you in the story of mine.
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Starry Night
PoetryMy poem of life. To me words excite and give soul to living around me. These poem spoke about the ups and downs in me. Hope you like it 💓.
