Share Poetry Critiques Poetry       Forums       Freewrite       Store      

We never change...

My heart is leading me home.
Where ever home is,
there in your arms.
I'm lost with out you.

My heart is calling me home.
I don't know if I should pick up the phone.
The caller Id says unknown.
But deep inside I know.

My heart is yours,
it is you I call home.
The static is thick on the other line.
But I hold on hoping.

For a clear meaning.
I want to come home.
But I'm scared.
So many possibilities.

My heart is needing a home

What is inside you?

    : Comment: