home is where the heart is
I have built so many homes
each one is made for a different purpose
but they are all mine
For the butterflies in my life
I have a home
in a gold wagon
with a missing metal heart
but it smells like cigarettes (roses) and hope
and i found myself on the highway
with only the life inside an engine to guide me
so its became a home
When the weight of exisiting
bares down on me
like the curse
brought down on atlas
I have a home
in the three bullets
that are woven
on a necklace
above my lungs
they remind me
of a girl with blue hair
and a heart so big
and warm
who survived because of love
and these bullets
are all the times
i almost didn't
For the lonely days
i have a home
in the sky;
the soft milky colors of the sunrise,
the infinity of the stars,
the company of the moon,
and the taste of a cigarette (joint) on my lips
as i watch the sunset
from my favorite hill
made of history
and a cross that shines
on me no matter where i go
My favorite home
is inside
a maroon jacket
its warm and large
and drapes over me
like sunlight
it feels like a hug
from the person i love the most
and inside its many pockets
i store my heartÂ