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2017-08-21


Home is where my heart is

 

I wonder, will you disappear
Fade from my skin?
My fingerprints, forget the stories I wrote
About your birth
In my arms


On the couch
By the window
sippping coffee or camomile

The scent of your thoughts
Lying next to me in bed
and the heart of your smile, on my lips
The sight of my dreams, turn blind?


In the bathtub
on the balcony

Will I stop longing in numbers
Between One in a million
Losing sleep, drifting away
Where my thoughts of you
Is always on the road, to crash
On the highway to hell!

Your eyes. All that they witness
Behind the scenes
When I feel naked
You dress me with conversation, about life I never heard
With same passion
When I turn around and you sight
and I feel your breath on my tongue
Everytime I swallow your name

The society in my soul
Where we live neighbors under the sun
The boardwalk
Bricks, stores and restaurants
parks and city lights

 

You will always be the shadow walking next to me
In the city of my love
Always make sense

The writings on the wall
Your statement always be

 

HOME IS WHERE MY HEART IS

 /K




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