Treasure Island

destiny tatum


a house is not a home


a house is just a place where you come to and lay your head. but a home is a place where memeries of you are unreplaced. a house is just a place to go to get out of the rain but a home is the place where her spirt still lays. a house is just a place that you really dont undestand but home is where your heart really lives. and i really wish that i was there. because this is not a home but just a house instead. house.... home there is a differences in the two because at home was where i was with you and now all i have is house so old and cold this can not and will never be home.

Submitted: Sunday, September 27, 2009

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