This Place called Home
A poem I wrote after my girlfriend broke up with me.
Tonight I sleep alone.
In my bed, at my home.
The air moves with my fan
as it spins above my bed
in a place that i call home.
My body lies on my bed
more silent then my fan
more cold then my bed
in this place that i call home.
Though alone I now lay
it was always not this way
for two once laid upon my bed
in this place that i call home.
Now alone I do lie
on this bed of emptie dreams
in this place that i call home.
As I lay down to sleep
I can only cry and weep
as I paw at that space
In this place that i call home
In a home You'll find warmth
In a home you'll find love
All these things you'll never find
In this place that i call home.
In this place that i call home.