Home Sweet Home

The house is cold.
I’ve seen you lay down your head
and call a room a home
I’ve seen you settle in
and everybody rush about
to make it so
I’ve seen you sleep warmly
and see beauty
despite smashed bottles
and shouted words
this house will always be cold.

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One response to “Home Sweet Home

  1. Deep and such a passionate poem. 🙂

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