Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Coming Home To Nothing

"Your happiness doesn't live in Bali,"
He said.
"Your happiness lives in here."
His finger on my chest,
Reaching for my heart.
Little did he know,
It was buried much deeper.
Locked behind bars of defence,
Hidden by the wild vines of fear.
Trapped.
Alone.
And sad.

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