Every house can be called home
A place to lay my head and roam
But not every house has the people I love
The people I call home
A home is not just a place to dwell
It has to have a special kind of smell
A home is where family lives and loves
Where laughter and joy can be heard above
The people that I love are my home
Their love is something I carry wherever I roam
Wherever they are is where I can feel secure
The feeling of home is one I'm sure
Every house can be called home
But not every house has the people I love, the people I call home.
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Author:
mars (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 24th, 2023 01:10
- Category: Love
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Comments2
just beautiful
a concept i wish I had grasped
much earlier in life..
thanks for sharing
So true, every house has walls, but without those who love you or are loved by you, it will only be a house. A lovely read
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