myrandompoems

//I miss it there

The place I called home

I long to be back there

The place where I never felt forlorn

I yearn to be there

Where I felt like the devil, with dangerously large horns.

I wanna go back

To the place where my mother would make food, that I would seldom spare

Where being worried was extremely rare

I am eager to go back to the place

From which I never really moved on

To the place where I sang a happy song

I want to go back

To where I am never alone

I crave to go back to the place

That I still call home//