Merrel Ya
May 7, 2021
3:57 pm
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Why does it feel like home?

Once you glance
Once you stare
I am frozen in my space.

What can it be?
What is this feelin'?
I feel round inside the square.


I can't utter any poem,
I can't contain the joy inside,
but it feels like home.


And why it feels like home?
Why it feels like home?
In your eyes...

It's so sincere 
and it's so pure, 
And made me wonder
If it's real?


But it feels like home, 
and why you give me hope?
In your eyes...

Published by Merrel Ya

A lady who has been pondering her hope into Christ, inhaling His grace, and enjoying the beauty of life. Writing about life, asking God about "kuliglig sa kanyang dibdib."

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