Homeless

“Home is where the heart is”

They say.

Now I know,

Why I’m homeless

Two of me

It’s like second skin,

Uncomfortable

It’s like blood

Running through my veins,

Two people in one body

The bad

And the good.

One is stronger than the other.

Now,

All I hear is my heart

Beating fast

And whispering ,

SINNER.

I am my own devil.

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Truth

Sometimes

I sit with my hands on the keyboard

Waiting

For my heart to start talking.

Thwarted,

It leaves me.

A shame,

Might be a hyperbolic style.