Poems from Cookay
Forced to leave your home
The home you knew as your own
Changes how you look at your new place
Never to truly call it your home
Homes...
This cup of coffee
Is like the blood in my veins
It's just important as oxygen I breathe
Without it I'm only half a person like a zombie...
finding the right piece
To fit your missing puzzle piece
Out of all these oddly shaped pieces
Never really fitting that missing piece
...
It's a dance where no one touches each other
They acknowledge that each other exists
But they disagree on the beginning
who or what created...
We all use them
To get out of just about everything
Just lies we use because we made to many promises
Didn't leave anytime for just for us...