The place I still call home , all the memories all the laughs
what a blast, It makes me sad that it didn't last,
Time went by six years turned into goodbye
My hometown was no longer in sight.
Darkness came through I wish it wasn't true
Tired and alone I want to go home
Christmas comes around the only time I can't frown
Smiling and awake , but slowly slipping away
Home shouldn't feel this way I don't want to stay
,Headed home for the first time in awhile ,
My cousin is getting married I start to smile
I start to cry , it's time to say goodbye,
Headed back to the place I don't call home.
I want to go back to the place I still call home.
About the Creator
Raven Jamel
Hi my name is Raven I've always enjoyed writing poetry , I also have a strong passion for animals , I'm currently in college studying to be a Veterinarian , but I enjoy writing poetry during my spare time :)
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Ladies and Gentlemen, I am returned. I am envisaging a grand entrance here, a footman perhaps, announcing my arrival, or a both doors flung wide attention grab. That I actually slipped in quietly with an itsy bitsy haiku seems far more in keeping with my actual style. Either way, I am back after an absence of a couple of weeks in which I dedicated myself fully to a family holiday. I could do no different, it has been a very full trip, and a wonderful trip for it. But though I read most of a novel, I took no time to read on Vocal, and no time to write either.
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