Thursday, October 26, 2017

(Honey, You’re) Home

Home isn't walls, 
home is arms in the dark- 
home's not an address, 
home is walks to the park.
Home isn't pictures on walls, 
(though they're nice),
It's mem'ries than warm you 
soul deep, and thaw ice. 
Home isn't ceilings 
or windows, it's true-
whenever I am, 
home is right next to you. 

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