Most days I say I’m doing fine,
I laugh and have the brightest smiles.
And all those smiles are true.
But some days, I think I’m doing fine,
I laugh and have the brightest smiles,
But then I realize I’ve been missing you.
Then suddenly my cheeks are wet,
And I can’t take a single breath,
Was I not just dancing along,
To all the saddest Taylor songs?
But I can’t even stand upright anymore.
Why? I’m not completely sure.
Sometimes I blame it on all the sad songs I danced to happily,
Sometimes I blame it on the stupid fight I had with my family.
But I know it’s just because I’m missing my home,
I’m just waiting for him to come back home.
A travelling man might have many homes,
But he travels far with my heart,
And takes my home with him.
Shards of my heart are found in many homes,
Bleeding pieces near a warm hearth,
My home is still with him.
Come be home to me.
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Comments2
Home is where the heart is they say and this poem seems to echo this. Searching for a love that is traveling and hopefully will soon return. Nicely done
Thank you!
Most welcome
You can be in a million places, but if the one you want isn't in one of those places, then life is pointless it seems.
I think we all go through life wondering.
Yes, home is where the heart is.
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