HomeA Poem by Taylor JadeI want nothing more than to be in your arms at 3 o'clock in the morning. I want to feel your warmth and love so I can finally feel what a home is supposed to feel like. But instead I am here, in this place I must call home, where it always feels like I am falling onto a tiled floor of emptiness and tears from my eyes wet my pillow and as I try to warm myself with the blankets and thoughts of you. It doesn't work. It'll never work. Until I get to be in your arms at 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, and 3 o'clock. And I will finally sleep peacefully in the home I love, the home that is you.
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2 Reviews Added on March 19, 2013 Last Updated on March 19, 2013 AuthorTaylor JadeFontana, CAAboutMy name is Taylor and Key Club and Science Olympiad are life. I like to write poems and stories. I mostly post poems up here, and the stories I think up remain unfinished in the back of my school no.. more..Writing
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