The home with missing doors and windows
She said she found a home. Does it still feels like home? it's not the home, that I wish to give her. Not the home for her. Our home is not ready yet. We are still building it up. Home is not the one, whereyou are afraid to go in, because you are afraid that they will caught you in. But we take the risk and we meet in. Yes, you found a home, yes, I'm your home. We think home is safe, but all the sudden people, walk in and they see us in. We are afraid again, because they caught us in. It's like a house with missing doors and missing windows, so people that walk by, can see through the missing doors and missing windows. But really soon our home, no longer will have missing doors or missing windows, and then now we'll be safe, now we'll feel we are home, and then we can close and lock thedoors and windows, then now we'll be safe,. And be really happy...!!!
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TILL18
Never thought i could write poetry... found out that writing what i felt could become a poem ;P I had some poems laying around and i decided to post em here and share em. Hoep you like em.
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