Jun 2019
After unlimited struggle and wait,
He knocked on the door.
Which she opened,
Just to tell her "I'm home"
For home isn't the tangible layer of bricks,
It is the person that he shares it with.
He knocked on the door.
Which she opened,
Just to tell her "I'm home"
For home isn't the tangible layer of bricks,
It is the person that he shares it with.
Home isn't the house that you live in. It's the person you share your heat with.
