July 21, 2010
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We move every year
Sometimes three times a year
I smiled at first,
Delighted to rearrange my furniture.
I was content.

But I grew tired
Of playing this sick game
Abandoning our homes
Before they even became homes

I sit in my new room and think
This is not a home.
What does that make me?

Then I panic and think
Home is where the heart is
What does that make me?

But I sit here
Surrounded by these boxes, never unpacked
And I know me
I am not heartless
I am me
I may not have a home
But I have me.

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spoiledkid12 said...
Jan. 19, 2011 at 7:37 am
Thanks! :)
spoiledkid12 said...
Sept. 4, 2010 at 7:47 am
Thanks!! :)
sunrise_faerie said...
Aug. 27, 2010 at 5:23 pm

AMAZING!!!! Read some of my things maybe?


dream..catcher.. replied...
Aug. 27, 2010 at 9:18 pm
this is really amazing. i like it a lot. i think its grand. i love how you really just opened up &let out such strong emotions. :D
Marlyre This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 26, 2010 at 6:50 pm
very intriguing thought pattern... read some of mine?
meli-meli said...
Aug. 25, 2010 at 12:26 pm
This is a really nice poem! My favorite parts are the third-fourth stanzas. Nice play on words!
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