A house is where you go when you have nowhere else
A home is where your heart is fastened
The people in the house are the ones who thought you were different
The ones in your home know exactly why you did what you did
When your house is burned down, the sparks touch your skin
Should your home burn, your heart chars with it
If the people you know die, you cry for a day or two
If your people leave town, you can't shake the feeling until they return
Feb 7, 2012
Feb 7, 2012 at 7:55 PM UTC
A house is where you go when you have nowhere else
A home is where your heart is fastened
The people in the house are the ones who thought you were different
The ones in your home know exactly why you did what you did
When your house is burned down, the sparks touch your skin
Should your home burn, your heart chars with it
If the people you know die, you cry for a day or two
If your people leave town, you can't shake the feeling until they return
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