Going home
A Longing for a Place That's Lost
By Zia Aqila HanafiahPublished 10 days ago • 1 min read
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As I walk alone, with tears in my eyes
The city lights fade, and the darkness replies
I'm going home, to a place that's not mine
Where memories of you, will forever be divine
The streets are empty, the wind whispers low
Of all the things, that we used to know
I'm going home, to a heart that's broken
Where the shadows of you, will forever be spoken
I'll carry the weight, of our love that's lost
And the silence of home, will be my eternal cost
I'm going home, to a place that's not the same
Where the ghosts of our love, will forever remain
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Beautiful poem.