PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Huntsville


I left my heart in a city that doesn't even know my name.

 

I see it in my rearview mirror, my wheels ache for the road.

                                                      my mind aimlessly wanders.

 

 

I'm homesick for a city that never really was my home.

I miss people and places that never really knew me.

 

It's funny how much you can love something that was never really meant for you.

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

regan.witkowski

.

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (1)

the-white-knight
<p>Wow. I know this exact feeling... Like we were born in the wrong place... the wrong time... and no one knows the&nbsp; difference.</p>

Log in to leave a comment.