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I'm not home until I'm there with you No parent's house or old primary school is home Home is a hardwood bench, a gap in the hedge, a hill atop a carpark. But that still isn't home I'm there now, alone It's a graveyard without you, I can't call it my own. I'm not home until I'm there with you No childhood bed or favourite city is home Home is the dying fire, sharing a cigarette with you, a quiet road in the cold. But that sill isn't home I'm there now, alone Just haunting it without you, a dead weight in my bones. I'm not home until I'm there with you No grandmother's kitchen or familiar view is home Home is a bear hug, the scent of a midsummer's breeze, a cuppa in your garden. But that still isn't home I'm there now, alone. Tears streaming without you, my heart turns to stone.
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Feb 11, 2012
Feb 11, 2012 at 12:57 PM UTC
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I'm not home until I'm there with you No parent's house or old primary school is home Home is a hardwood bench, a gap in the hedge, a hill atop a carpark. But that still isn't home I'm there now, alone It's a graveyard without you, I can't call it my own. I'm not home until I'm there with you No childhood bed or favourite city is home Home is the dying fire, sharing a cigarette with you, a quiet road in the cold. But that sill isn't home I'm there now, alone Just haunting it without you, a dead weight in my bones. I'm not home until I'm there with you No grandmother's kitchen or familiar view is home Home is a bear hug, the scent of a midsummer's breeze, a cuppa in your garden. But that still isn't home I'm there now, alone. Tears streaming without you, my heart turns to stone.
catherine-ivy-elizabeth
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Feb 11, 2012
Feb 11, 2012 at 12:57 PM UTC
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