Sunday, June 26, 2011


If home is where the heart is, I’m never leaving.
I’ve been here so long, but it seems that I’ve just arrived.
I hope you aren’t objecting to my stay.
A secluded spot in the mountains, where I am all alone;
attaining nirvana.

Today was a day like any other;
alone in my pity.
Today was a day unlike any other;
I found where my heart was kept.

In a chest like that of Davy Jones’;
You have kept it, safely, caring for it tenderly.

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