Home
my home is not where i live.
my home is not a single house!
my home is not in a city.
my home is in the country!
cities make me nervous.
i don't like being surrounded by buildings
it makes me really anxious.
i like trees and creeks
dirt roads and acres of privacy!
the only good thing about a city,
is that there are hundreds of freaks.
they are the ones i fit in with.
when im in the city
i miss my home so much.
its almost like a myth.
the winds gentle touch,
as it caresses the leaves.
the clean, fresh air!
and people so nice!
the pain of missing it,
like a vice
on my heart.
Copyright © Dyp The Wolf | Year Posted 2013
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