Home is warm, not always feeling
That love known to so many
Children take for granted
A winter coat thick with it
A campfire burning bright with it
A known embrace held tight with it
The warmth known like birthday candles
Burning then extinguished suddenly
The eighteenth year, coldly, shown the door.
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 2:19 PM UTC
Home is warm, not always feeling
That love known to so many
Children take for granted
A winter coat thick with it
A campfire burning bright with it
A known embrace held tight with it
The warmth known like birthday candles
Burning then extinguished suddenly
The eighteenth year, coldly, shown the door.
