Home is not where your heart is or
Where you hang your hat,
For my heart has been divided and
I have no hats
(except for those
I wear in snow).
I would rather have it so that
Home is where I live.
That way, no matter where I move,
My heart is with me too
(and my hats).
Just a cute little thing.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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