nobody in my home

in #poetry6 years ago

nobody in my home

seek solitude and different ways of seeing love,
be indifferent to life; follow the wingless dove,
and most importantly, go with the flow and don’t oppse.
things are as they are; there are no highs nor lows.

i once fell in love with a disturbed swallow,
whose heart seemed poetic but was completely hollow,
and then a bloody balloon returned into this dome.
to this day, i’m alone; nobody in my home.

©LukaKorba

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With love,
Luka.

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@lukakorba I can relate to this masterpiece right here. I love it!

Thank you! It’s very complex for the heart.