there is a way back home
Stuck in the middle
Sometimes I'm not even sure
if I broke your heart
breaking up with you
Dead inside
Sometimes I can't see the sun
and I wonder if is it still there
Somewhere high above my head
Counting days on my fingers
I feel home is receding away from me
every day more
Sometimes
~Pola Chérie Sometimes~
Pola Chérie Poems 2011 @ All rights reserved
