I must feel like home,
or something more
but I'm sure I must feel like home;
on your way back home, to me.
What do I feel like?
I must feeling like the weekend,
I must feel like when you've finished walking your way back home,
I must feel like looking up to the sky and noticing that there's the best dusk you've ever seen in years.
I must be spread across the sky.
I must really feel like May.
It's scary because I don't feel like anything to myself and it's surprising how you sigh in relief once you're close to me.
You remind me of a finished art piece,
you remind me of a completed unfinished poem.
That's all in the past because you're gone.
Now I'm just trying to ignore the noise,
as I think about something else
there's nothing I remember about you
now it's just me and these words.
@hvnyboo
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Poetry"I'd let you into my mind but you'd have to get under my skin" ITALIANO/ENGLISH "The devastation and the unspoken destruction in her mind were the greatest catastrophes I had ever laid my eyes on along with the darkness that came along were my muses...
