I have never been home
Not even in my own house,
Not even in someone's eyes I got it,
Not even I got on my own,
I have never been home
You can't find comfort in me;
I am the dense forest you run for
But..................... For a while
You can't find the sweetest lies that make hope for life.
I am the darkest naked truth you are afraid of.
You can't find me with flowers for you,
I am always a poem having the ability to drain you, unrobe you, scatter you.
You are going to be scared of me; if I unrobe myself to show you those cuts and scratches, my true self.
You can't get soften words from me, you can't get a home you deserve....
Not because I don't want to give you; but I don't know what it is, I don't know how it feels.
Because I have never been home in this eternity.
Not even in my true or false self...
Not even in you though you offered.
I scattered it in my own, in my imagination, in fear, in ignorance.
That I never knew how to keep it...
I never been offered
I never been given... Though I asked with all my heart out..
Because I have never been to home.
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