Their faded beauties withering ,
war-torn monuments crumbling in their hearts,
and

and

and they don't know.

They don't know they could be home.
They could be loved.
They could be wanted.

If only they would choose.



If only they knew -
If only they loved -
If only they wanted -

As I want you
As I love you
As I know my home


Is here
Is where my heart and my loves


Collide
Combust
Coerce


But - no - I'm faded, like moonlit beauty, withering in the burning sunlight, crumbling in their memories...


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This is what happens when I have nothing concrete to write about, and I post whatever random thought wanders through my head.