And where do I live, if I’m a soul?

Am I in my eyes, the doors to perception, my windows to the physical world?

Or in my heart which beats and bleeds and aches and is broken and swells with love?

Do I live I my throat or lungs? I mean I talk so damned much, and I always feel the most alive when I sing.

How about my hands? These fingers that have created and destroyed, these palms that have pet...

I want to be touched, to be worn.

For your hands to gently erode their places into my skin, indents where your love rests.

I want to be known by you.

I want to be close to you.

_Hold me while we dance._...

No heating moments

And no clothes of class;

No jewels, no pearls,

And there are no loud cheers.

There’s no champagne,

No rooftops made of glass.

No sitting to the sound of restless

jazz; - no taste of screaming tears.

The light is cozy on your eyes,

There’s warm palétte and stories.

The stories of the times when we

have met. -

The dissolution of the “I”,

The Renaissance of Spring -

Among th...

Home is laying next to you

Legs intertwined like glue

Plush pillows, warm blanket

It’s how I know we’ll make it.

Home is having the tv playing

And the candlelight gently swaying

It feels like Christmas night

You are my one, my end in sight.

I want every night to feel like this

Sipping white wine and maybe a kiss

You are the walls that surround me

And I am the only one with a key.

...

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In the depths of despair, when friendships fade,

Lost love lingers like a haunting shade.

Broken hearts ache with every beat,

Memories of a bond that are no longer relevant.

Once so close, now worlds apart,

Words left unspoken, feelings depart.

Laughter turned to silence, smiles to tears,

Betrayal and hurt fueling fears.

Promises broken, trust shattered,

Dreams were shattered,...

Home is where the heart is. Where must you say?

Where the heart is, my dear.

You can travel far and wide, near but oh so far.

But home will always be where the heart is, home is every where to me.

It’s the little places ive created for myself and those I love.

Those who are unlucky enough to receive my wrath will soon come to know.

But I lost my home, where did it go?

No, no dear you nev...

When I pry open my tired eyes

And my exhausted soul begins to writhe

The ghostly wind whips through the pane

The dark air on which I survive

The rough thickness of my restless sheets

The stolen smiles on my shadowed walls

Through my brittle, hollow door

My still body feels the deafening call

Paralyzed and ensnared in time

Trapped in my rigid body

Feeling their presence all around me

Unable to s...

With her soft safe embrace

No more trace of my troubles

A kind familiar face

My guiding hand when I stumble

Contagious luminous presence

Accompanies her when she moves

Homey, welcoming essence

Precious selflessness too.

Whenever her self doubt subdues

If she's a good enough mother

I'll switch into her shoes

Tell her she's like no other

With her I'm most me and most calm

Because I know that t...

My prior belief was that home is a noun.

A physical structure within my hometown.

A place that is haunted by wounded energies,

An environment polluted with sad memories.

Conditions where even a weed couldn’t grow

The feeling of loneliness is intensely harrow

Lack of stability, integrity and connection

An innocent soul that longs for affection.

A broken home fosters rejection.

My next belief was ...

When I think home it makes really think about gone how I want to go get some peace days I feel like I am unbalanced with no feet like I am fleeing to a home coved by lessons already placed in a space that I was always taught now it’s time to go calm my head by dropping my body and losing inside hobbies so I sit in a house that is my home so i sleep and and then I am owned by a state of time living...