Home is a place you stay.
At home love never ends.
At home you can figure out the way.
It ain't pretend.
I write bad poems at home.
But i try my best.
Home is a place you love,
and a gift you can give—
The faint, worn pen marks scribbled on walls,
And the wind’s soft dance around the panes.
to someone who needs it.
To love and pass on,
For them to write their own poems,
And try their best too
home is a memory
its stuck to you
you love it
you miss it
you can't be away from it for too long!
Home is where you live and rest,
Its where loves infested,
Some say home, is the dome over your head,
When really its the people around.
Home is where your safe from a threat,
Home is where happiness is found.
Home can be where faith is set?
But most of all, where loves astounded.
home is something that everyone wants
but not that everyone has
a place where you can go to sleep
that does not sound that bad
But home is not always a place,
I'd be homeless in that case.
Sometimes home is that friend,
Who stays with you till the end.
Who hugs you tighter than your mother,
And you always take care of one-another.
Home.
Roam The Cosmos 2 Find A Home.
Home, Is Where The Heart Is. Yeah, That Sounds Like Home.
Home, Iz Like "Cheers": Everybody Knows Your Name.
Home Iz Az Comfortable Az Heaven.
Sweeten, Every Other Atmosphere I End Up N, With Bits Ov Home.
Home.
- Authors: Kenzie, xqw, Gyiuu does cry, Mase ♪, Mr,apocalapse, Ladywithaquill, Broken Ankh
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- Finished: August 20th, 2024 19:30
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