Home
All my life I've been told that home is where the heart is
But that was the last thing you took from me
Leaving me with only scraps of wood for support
As I crumble to bits and pieces from a broken heart
You stole the very floorboards that kept me up
Leaving me spiriling into a sky full of stars
Getting farther and farther from you
But I am a universe full of secrets
This poem is about:
Me