July 21, 2011


You've become my home away from home.

The sun sets at my back,
and I drive away from you,
without wanting to.

Toward the darkness I drive.

You've become where my honesty lies,
on a porch step,
with a ball jar beside.

Holding my secrets, it holds the unknown.

Only you've cared to listen,
when out pours my soul.

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