Far from home,
on an island;
stories that touch abound,
national service it is,
my heart bleeds,
my eyes redden,
as a result of constant cries,
in the deep corners of my room.
Far away from where I was,
here I lay,
amidst smiles,
and sobs,
this is all it is,
but more is sought,
as I scavenge through time,
picking up debris of hate and love.
Far away from here,
is not where I chose to be,
but with you is where I long to be.
Lost in thought,
found within the soft ripples of your laughter,
it soothes,
it cures the ache,
its the balm I need to heal it all.
Far away from nowhere,
really close to merryland,
with dreams of purpleland at heart,
build the castles with me,
mould the huts with me,
whichever would go,
but with you,
is where I'd love to be.
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