Homes
Homes

There used to be laughter,
It Used to be warm,
Now there's nothing i can hear,
where'd the coldness come from?

the humm of the washing machine,
the pitch of the boiling kettle,
home, this has been,
now but a mere shelter,

they say home is where the heart is,
they say home represents family,
so where's my sanctuary where's my peace?
where's may you be? my beloved family?

*kinda sucks. save for the last stanza in my opinion.*
stoned @ 1:11 AM
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Drip,
From my slit wrist,
My life.

Drip,
From my sad eyes,
My dreams.

Flow,
Gone; my life.
Shattered; my dreams.

- Kai Teoh, Seasons of September