"Untitled" by Amelia Tisk

I’ve always felt so alone

No one to love, no place to call home

My heart had grown cold

Because the people I loved liked to come and go.

So I closed myself off

I did not want to be hurt

Until he showed me the warmth I craved,

And soon after my heart was enslaved

To the man I grew to love

His crooked smile swept me off my feet

Which was hard for others to compete,

And as I laid in his arms

For once I felt complete

Was this what I was missing?

A sense of security? A sense of safety?

No longer was I reminiscing

About the ills done before

I finally felt like I belonged

I felt like I was home

Who would have thought a scrawny boy could change so much

I am no longer alone

I have someone to love, someone who is my home

Now my heart is full and warm

Because the person I love won’t come and go.

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