Home is where the heart is.
They say home is a place of comfort.
It’s not about the place, but the person.
They bloom like flowers in Spring.
And caress us with love like a mother would.
Devote their life to us and woo us with a serenade,
full of longing that yearns of one’s soul.
Through hardships and to the stars,
your gentle touch relieved me when no one did.
You eased my pain with your words:
“You’re larger than life and worth dying for.”
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 2:05 AM UTC
Home is where the heart is.
They say home is a place of comfort.
It’s not about the place, but the person.
They bloom like flowers in Spring.
And caress us with love like a mother would.
Devote their life to us and woo us with a serenade,
full of longing that yearns of one’s soul.
Through hardships and to the stars,
your gentle touch relieved me when no one did.
You eased my pain with your words:
“You’re larger than life and worth dying for.”
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