home sweet home

you lips may say no, but admit that you miss your home

the place where you feel secure

the place where you hide and sleep

and the place where you taste love

a home without love, will be empty

a room without care, will be scary

and a couch without arms, will be dully

love grows from a small place we call home

home a place where you a tie start between lovers

starts on the very first steps you move-in

and rolls up and down along the floors and walls

but, if its destine to end

things will change, sorrow will fill, loneliness will kill

miss my home and my home-mate 😦


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