Nowhere feels like HOME

A poem, for the times when I feel, there is no one for me.

There always would be a,

Small line,

Between the lingering touch,

Of you and mine,

Why did you ever leave me this way?

What did I ever do for this misbehave?

Tell me, if you know, how much I loved you?

This is in return I get for being true,

And nowhere now, feels like home,

Since the day you said you are gone,

Never realised I could be so torn,

And how you took part in;

Shattering me apart,

There always would be a,

A time,

Between the fast crashing trains and cars,

A race which I had to lose to cover my naked marks,

And nowhere now, feels like home,

Since the day you said I am alone,

Never realised you could be so harsh,

And how you took part in;

Breaking me apart,

Hm, Hm, Hm, Hm,

Thank you for creating a hole in my heart,

Thank you for making me shallow from the start,

And how hollow are you going to make my fate?

Don't you get love, its easy and straight?

How many times, will you laugh at my feelings?

And how many times, will I smile to say its okay?

Okay? Okay? 

And nowhere now, feels like home,

Since the day you said I am not yours,

Never realised you could just throw me away too,

And how you took part in,

Cleansing me from your life and future.

I would never be the same again,

Thank you to you.