This is my home

Warm pastels
Laughter that sounds like nothing
And everything
Crying that sounds like laughter
Rock bottom that feels like clouds
But strong clouds
Old clouds
Somewhere that smiles at you
And reassures you
So that it's always in the back of your mind
Like a mutual love
Giving you a knee up
So that every little step
Feels like three 
Somewhere you can leave
And love it even more
Home is somewhere that doesn't talk to you,
But you know that it would if it could


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