So from BWI I departed,
on a trip that spanned,
a few states, a district, and LA.
From the snowy foothills of Golden,
To the sunshine filled beaches of SoCal,
And then back to the District.
I'm not sure what lies for me back home,
I'm not sure who I will live with so very soon,
I'm not sure which day is today.
I miss my bed,
I miss my pillows,
I miss the familiarity of voices,
and my family, my friends.
on a trip that spanned,
a few states, a district, and LA.
From the snowy foothills of Golden,
To the sunshine filled beaches of SoCal,
And then back to the District.
I'm not sure what lies for me back home,
I'm not sure who I will live with so very soon,
I'm not sure which day is today.
I miss my bed,
I miss my pillows,
I miss the familiarity of voices,
and my family, my friends.
1 comment:
you're gettin poetic--I love it!
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