Loves come and go, none keep the promise of the first kiss.
Friends venture off to journey through places I dare not see.
Family is a foreign word, a fractured house, a bad memory.
My breath is hot, my bones are firm,
My skin is supple and my body yearns.
But I am seated here, humming songs of resignation.
I am tired of this place.
I long for home.
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Sentimental and the rhyme scheme is very traditional. An acceptable first draft. I like the overall feel though.
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