Home.

it's funny how you were the stars in the night sky
and the sun in my grey blues
it's funny how after all broken words and all broken scars,
you were the blood that bled through


it's funny how i could see the ocean in your soul and you saw the shore in mine,
and yet we both held onto words that let our eyes dry


it's funny how i tried to make peace,
but your silence cut out wars
and carved out tears


it's funny how words ran dry
as tears turned to gold,
and hearts fell to ash
as dust became our home.


- Sarah.