I write poetry, short stories, and journal entries about my family, friends, crime, drama, and sometimes life.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Shell Shock
I know how I am and how it must seem
Like I'm rushing around and trying to leave
But when my things are put away
And I visit every room everyday
Smiling in the dark when I'm alone
I know I'm back and feel at home.
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