Where is home?

Tue, 05/10/2016 - 17:20 -- Belle98

In this world home is somewhere safe. A place

Many people spend all their day without caring... what half don’t know is it

can be taken away not just by force but by choice.

I was one of those people who didn’t appreciate home. When

I am alone all I think about is my home. I have lost that home which is no longer

To be called mine all I have is memories of that house that drives me back to the past

A past so happy that hurts my chest makes me want to blast my tears and pull my hair

Because I was too selfish to realize what I had.

We lost home because there was no more green paper in our wallet to give

We left home in search for more we tried and tried but

There was no other choice but to turn it in

People ask me why cry for a house that can be replaced what they don’t understand

Is that was my home and now that another family is living there

My heart aches.

Without it all I am left asking myself is

where is home?

Because for once in my life I am left without one.

 

 

 

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