If somebody asked me a month ago where was home, I would tell them every place we ever kissed, every place you held my hand, every place you smiled and laugh at anything I said I would tell them it was when you wrapped your arms around me, I would tell them it was on your comfy bed, I would tell them it was a warm cup of coffee on a cloudy day But if somebody asked me where home was today, I would go quiet and have all those memories go through me so fast. Because home only exists in the past for me, home is no longer a place, and maybe it was never a place but just a feeling of security I felt when I was with you. Now that you’re gone, I don’t know where home is and I’m out on the streets at 2 a.m yearning for your touch. What I mean is, I sometimes lay awake at night wishing I could go back home. and that was her...
Posted on: Wed, 20 Nov 2013 00:17:44 +0000
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