You made Home out of people.
But look at you, you are here now, homeless.
They say home is where the heart is,
So where should I go, finding mine, while
you’re busy digging yours?
In the time when I can catch dreams,
I hear the clock ticking louder and louder.
And I lay hopelessly romaticizing poetry
Staring at my recently decorated wall.
But this isn’t home.
I feel like a soldier now;
I long to go home.
Home is where the heart is.
And I hope mine keeps beating there.
Some people have beautiful bodies. You have all the praises for them. You keep on wondering.
Some people have beautiful minds. Their thoughts, views and opinions fascinates you.
Some people have beautiful souls. As you get to know them, you like them. They give you all the positive vibes.
But some,very few people are actually beautiful and you don’t know exactly what makes them beautiful. You fall for them. And yes, you fall for all of their body, mind and soul.
Sipping a cup of coffee, the 35 years old said, ‘ My life is full of mistakes and regrets, you know? ‘
‘Those are memories, dear. From now on try to create the best and beautiful ones.’ her best friend added and winked.
She has waited for the storm to calm down
But the other day she decides to become one.
Because she can’t afford to let go of her invisible crown,
She is determined to do things she has never done.