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So fragile

So small

I don’t know where my home is

I used to think of it as the place

With green gardens and endless butterflies

I used to think it was the place of sunset kisses

And red label wine

I used to call my birthplace my home

I am not so sure anymore

I see the New York skyline

I am connected to it evermore

I am not the same young girl

That has projected into a unfamiliar New York world

My years have taken me to places I never thought I’d reach

My home is not only an island thousands of miles away

Yet ever so it is

I am conflicted between the big city lights

And tree’s of citrus, roots and vines

I wish my heart could define it’s home

I wish I could experience two lives at the same time

I could compare and say which one I could choose to be mine

I wish I didn’t have to choose

Yet both these places can’t be my home

The stress and strain

I choose here for now

Wherever I am!

My heart will not be torn between these two lands