Facing your eyes

Time is written on your face

Beauty is painted on your face

Joy is drawn on your face

Grace lights your face

Sorrow is written on my face

Sadness is painted on my face

Pain is drawn on my face

Despair lights my face

My face is not the reflection of my soul

If it was i am sure i could face your eyes

written for an exhibition : http://www.savingfaces.co.uk/

My home that’s not my own

I belong there but I am here

I don’t speak their language but I learnt yours

I grew up there but I want to live here

My roots are there but i feel like i am blooming here

My heart remained there but i still found love here

My soul resided there but now this is my home

I miss them but now I have you