Home is not where the heart is. Home is when I'm kissing your lips. Home is having you lay on top of me on any couch, floor, or bed. Home is going to sleep after receiving a text saying I love you. Home is held in the moments where you push me to shed my scarred tissue and replace it with pages of your favorite books. Home is the parts of a song that connects to your soul that you send my way. Home is not where the heart is. Home is where to hearts connect