Home is a calm summer night
Gazing up at a starry sky
Home is when everything feels right
Because you always have a security blanket
Home is making a pillow fort
And watching Disney movies
Home is dreaming about willows
And the wind that passes through them
Home is hugs and kisses
And fluffy blankets at night
Home is making wishes
On the fuzzy flower you just blew away
Home is where the heart resides
No matter how broken it may seem
Home is having somewhere to hide
After running from the monsters hurting you
Home is hot chocolate
And "I love you"'s
Home is not wanting to leave it
And crying when you have to
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The Poems Of Me
PoetryPoetry is a form of venting for me. So don't be surprised if you read this only to find a book full of meaningful, and possibly confusing, poems. In some way, my poems are a form of myself and my own feelings. ((PLEASE DON'T STEAL! I MAKE THESE POE...
