Eyes shut I whisper again,
Take my heart,
Live in it.
There's no place like home,
Do you know?
He says nothing
and walks away
Even in my dreams
He walks away.
If my arms
be a home,
Home ain't where his heart is.

That vow,
my golden bondage.
This wedding ring,
shackle of loneliness.
This cold bed,
barren wilderness.
He returns, yes he does,
riding on wings of silence.
The same old story
on eternal repeat.
Yes, we did build a home,
but home ain't where his heart is.

Shadows
of deeds past.
Merciless pangs
of troubled conscience.
Stabs of my verbal weaponry
Do the scars hurt still?
Melt the silent treatment
in my incessant teardrops.
If this home fills you not with bliss,
Lets built another, you and I...
Another home,
wherever your heart is.

See this girl o! And you said you cannot write poetry or stories. No let me vex for you o. This is soooo lovely jare.

gosh, neva been so moved b4, uu're good, blue sparkles. 143 !!!

The truth must be said! Bluesparkles that was sparkling brilliant!!!

Oahray: See this girl o! And you said you cannot write poetry or stories. No let me vex for you o. This is soooo lovely jare.

I cannot write does not mean I cannot try I learnt from you guys na. Thanks sha.

gees_02: gosh, neva been so moved b4, uu're good, blue sparkles. 143 !!!

thanks

amberacious: The truth must be said! Bluesparkles that was sparkling brilliant!!!

like an amberacious poem? Don't mind me jor. Thank you.

The poem is simply brilliant. It deserves my-
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Melts like a snowflake...
It strongly imparts
Your words from
volcano tears,
is more than I can take,
and they move my heart...

Beautiful!! Moved to tears; we need to blEed our inks together.

very very nice... i really reeaally feel u

Very good poem. We all need to channel our pen strenght for national change. Our mentors did it for colonial independence, we could do it for a change also. Political poems is one strong weapon for peaceful revolution or change.

Wow! I'm moved as your usage of words expresses the action. Welldone Bluesparkles.