Sometimes I don't know what to say
And sometimes I don't know if the moment is right
When I am feeling tedious
Living for the moment, I know the timing is right
So I call out for you
The quiet and the darkness
The tingling feeling in my stomach when I am anxious
Home, belonging to nothing
I want to bloom and blossom and grow
Without this anchor
Without this dependency
Just love and freedom and hunger
Lingering in my bones
Murmurs of soft beaches echoing
With every glittering sea
Sometimes I don't know what to say
And sometimes I don't know if the moment is right
When I am feeling tedious
Living for the moment, I know the timing is right
So I call out for you
The quiet and the darkness
The tingling feeling in my stomach when I am anxious
Home, belonging to nothing.
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Author:
Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 14th, 2022 14:39
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Comments2
Lovely!
ty
You are very welcome.
Home is so real and wonderful in life Jordan.
Andy
This poem just captures one moment in time and somethings I feel, but I totally agree with the sentiment.
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