Not my home
That wasn't my home
that wasn't my place
there are things in life
that can't be replaced
there wasn't more room
there wasn't more space
for one more heart
for one more face.
That wasn't my home
that wasn't my life
the floor was too cold
the roof was too high
hallways were wicked
nothing was mine
and you weren't there
to make things right.
Jessica
Copyright © Jessica Carrasco | Year Posted 2024
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