Homesick
Sometimes I hear a song
Or look at the sky,
And my heart aches.
But it takes the sweetest chords,
The softest glow of a pink lemonade cloud,
To elicit this pain.
I think I’m longing for a home
I’ve never known.
This universe is dying,
And even its best qualities
Can only hint at what’s waiting
Beyond the veil…
I’m coming home.
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McKenzie Romero
I'm the oldest daughter of the Romero family. I love my God, my family, my friends, and, uh... food. I also like to write little snippets of nonsense when they come to me, so I guess I'm a poet of sorts. (Also: Some of my poems, now that I look back, were legit hormone-fueled... but I posted them anyway 'cause I have OCD and everything must be in its place, so if I wrote it *pbbbt*, it's in there). Thanks for reading my stuff! It means a lot!
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