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House or Home?

Poetry By: Kissmeimgreek

something simple.

Submitted:Feb 26, 2013    Reads: 10    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

Home is not a house - it's a feeling.

And I always seem to feel it when I'm with you.

A sense of safty, love and truth.

Where I can be myself and let my demons run

Chase them down and shake them up till their talks are gone.

And we can be silent

Or shout till our lungs are weak

Walk around in sweats - and never brush our teeth

Because the judge wasn't invited to the hearing.

And everyone who stares goes blind

So when we walk together it's only you and I

And when I turn for comfort - it's your arms I meet

And when your too broken to go on - I'll help you on your feet

So we can walk to a better tomorrow

And find a house of our own

But even if we end up forever wandering

If I'm with you - I'll always be home



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