Home I wish I was better with words.Home by ~swarley7
And maybe one day I will be.
And I'll write you a poem,
For days like this.
Days when you cannot tell the day from the night,
Because everything is so dark and empty.
And maybe,
Maybe one day we won't need band-aids.
Cause the monsters inside us will be dead,
And there will be no reason to flaw that perfect skin.
Cause I've seen temples with cracks.
Imperfections that add to its beauty.
Beauty that adds to the Earth,
And the Earth that adds to us.
To every day that a child is born,
Crying from the beauty of this world.
That you filled in it.
So when you can't feel the cold,
And when the water
Kaitlyn That night was the beginning, whether is be good, or bad, or something in between. I'm not much of a writer but this can't be kept just a memory. 'Cause memories fade, and moments die but the times I remember with you will always be in my chest, a little to the left. Right where you like to believe my heart used to be. I swear it was beating a million times a minute that night. I could hear your steady breathing. I tried to match mine but it wouldn't work. You were inches away and untouchable. You were looking at me with those eyes that I swore could break hearts. There was a mystery in your eyes, and I was never one to leave questions unanswKaitlyn by ~swarley7
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