New York City - New York - USA (by Stuart Richards)
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home
I always thought home was a place:
a four-walled shelter I go to at the end of the day,
somewhere I can be myself in, a place to call my own,
the safest haven through the strongest storm.
But it wasn’t ‘til I met
you,
that I felt like I didn’t want to come back to
the place I called home my whole life.
At the end of each day I find myself
wanting to run into your arms,
where I’d love to fall asleep in
and wake up full of warmth.
While the thing I knew before still holds true,
that home is a place where I live;
I feel most alive when I’m with you.
