A cup of argument lies half emptied electric silence hangs in the air the sette groans with stressful moans the books aching, unread. Heavy souls burdened with oversized bodies saunter laying themselves down when life's a bother soaking pillows wet and I thought home was bliss, but apparently Write a poem that ends with the line- Home is where the hurt is. #hurthome #yqparentnaama #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YQ Parentnaama
