[From the archives]

Written April 6, 2011


If home is where your heart it
where did mine go?
wherever it went,
it took what I knew
and confused it all.
My heart is missing,
and yet still here, 
distributed amongst people,
places.
Battered and bruised,
repaired and changed

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if home is where your heart is
then where is my heart?
Where is my home?
My heart doesn't have a place
neither do my clothes
for where ever I go,
I never know if I'll be staying or not.
The ache in my heart
is burning a hole
someone pass me the water.
Put out the fire
take away the pain
I can't take it any longer.