Just
Like Home
Pictures line
my walls in memories,
Black and
white and colorblind.
Softened sculptures
of eternity,
Portraits
imprinted on my mind.
And I'm taken
aback by,
Flashes of
everything,
And it feels
just like home.
Dried roses
in a vase and,
Dead wood
on the horizon,
Yeah, it feels
just like home.
Sometimes I
try to forget, everything.
Pictures are
ashes on the floor.
Days are spent
mindlessly wondering
"How come
I just can't forget more?"
And I clean
away,
The cobwebs
of my mistakes,
And it feels
just like home.
Memories of
lifetimes past,
Lifetimes
lived long ago.
And it feels
just like home.
Familiar faces
haunt me,
Beautiful
smiles and smirks.
They all remind
me of home.
Moments immortalized,
None of us
realized that,
This was really
just like home. |
