Home is gentle
and soft
and strong
and true.
It is a smile
with dimples
and laughing,
coffee-coloured eyes.
It is the freedom
to be myself
and not hold
back my thoughts.
It is not having
to walk on eggshells
because, here,
my words are understood.
It is knowing that
between us
secrets don't exist
because dreams are shared.
Home is
close to my heart,
but far away
from where I stand.
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 12:17 AM UTC
Home is gentle
and soft
and strong
and true.
It is a smile
with dimples
and laughing,
coffee-coloured eyes.
It is the freedom
to be myself
and not hold
back my thoughts.
It is not having
to walk on eggshells
because, here,
my words are understood.
It is knowing that
between us
secrets don't exist
because dreams are shared.
Home is
close to my heart,
but far away
from where I stand.
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