Home

Home is where the heart is,

Unless you are me.

Cos home is a place at times,

From which I wish I could break free.

Home sweet home,

A fallacy we think is real.

When the walls are cold with loneliness,

And living there’s an ordeal.

Home, define the word please,

A house, a dwelling, a place for one’s heart?

A prison, a dormitory, shelter?

I wish I could tell them apart.

3 thoughts on “Home

    1. You are my dream home babygirl… velvety smooth warm and cosy…. GAH!
      One day I’ll come home to you and all will be right with the world.
      I love you ❤❤❤

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