There is many theories as to
What and where a home is
I know it isn't
Where the hugs are
Or my pillow
Or my parents
Or my bed
Or where my hearts is
I know it is where your heart is
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryI scream till my voice gives out Till my lungs cave in Till my heart beats like a drum Till the blood rushes to my face Till the silence afterwards makes me think I went deaf 'Cause I'm so used to the sound of my own pain I scream until my body stop...
