This House, a crooked one, ages of yearning and moments of frowning. This has been the house of my comfort as I embrace every single thing that makes it a home. A house I own, but was never owned. How partly it must be, this house standing in its will. If only I could offer you this house, to make it our own.
Make it a home—make us a home. This House will stand new, with you, and me through.
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Galaxies of Feelings
PoetryWriting is a form of expression of feelings bearing your mind's creative and imaginative thinking and your heart's desire to showcase your art and share the wonders of every letter spoken. Poetry is a type that does the readers an imaginative feeli...
