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home v house

Home House A home may be a new place everyday A house is a place you live in A home is made of love A house is made of concrete and steel A home is where coffee rings stain father’s old coffee table A home is when mother would yell at him for not using a coaster, but kissing him after her furrowed brow disintegrates A house is where marbled countertops are so clean it looks as no life is here A house is where slammed doors almost drown out the yelling that came before it. A home is where the goldfish has lived for 2 years, and nobody knows how, literally I think he’s a wizard fish A home is where dog hair is not lint rolled because that baby will be rubbing all over it as soon as it’s cleaned. A house is where no pets rome because they are messy A house is where messy is bad A home is where you may not always be alright A home is where it’s okay to not be alright. There will always be tissues and arms waiting for you A house is a painted smile A home's walls full of messy fingerprints A house reeks of new paint A home is a couple twirling in the kitchen, love burning in their eyes, after 20 years of marriage A house is a arm around a waist that looks like it doesn’t belong *A home is made of love A house is made of concrete and steel*
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ashley-sacha
For You?
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ashley-sacha
Published
Feb 12, 2017
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#love#poem#feelings#home#separation#family#marriage#house
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