I was moved to a bigger house
a wider scope for life
there were flowers and a breeze so cold I would often shiver
but there was smiling
and a place of worship I would sit in alone
when I was wishing for castles or a home I would be proud of
but often I would hear words falling from the ceiling

the kind that made me feel how the breeze did
it did not feel like home
how could it
when the words made me feel so small

when i was 13 my eyes were opened
I saw a home like no other
it was a dark alley in a world of chance
but I couldn't breathe
I would sit by the windowsill and dream of something better
I could settle for a nice cabin
a place to lay my head every night
before I tucked into sheets
no place of worship
but at the magic hour I would wish to be taken away..

at 14
my breath was.
I saw a home like no other
she walked down the hallway and into my mind
it was then I realised home was not a place
it was a person
and mine existed close to me
she smelled of cologne and I would burn if I got to close
she was a place I could lay my head
I need not stay in a castle for the glimmer in eyes, was a state I'd like to live in forever
her hands were gold shelves I would run my fingers over
and often I would still shiver at the thought of losing her.


I had found her
She had a beauty that was God sent
and I've never felt like I settled
because everyday was an adventure and brought me one step closer
to that White Castle in the sky.