their my home, my save place, my warmth, my everything
it's not a place, it's a person,
I feel it in the way you talk, laugh, move, make me forget, make me feel loved
You give me this warm feeling, it feels like a morning with a cup of coffee with the sun on my face
I feel it when you text me goodnight or good morning, I feel it the way you worry about me, hug me, kiss me
My home is their arms, with their warms arms wrapped around me.
you're my home
my favorite place
I love you
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Poetry
PoetryThoughts that flow like water in my mind are written down on a digitale device to let you be carried away. Call it poems, quotes. Call it what you want it to be called. See how people can think the same about something. Feel understood. Read them...
