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Is it just a house, a place where you live?
Or perhaps something more?
Is it inside your head?
Is it hidden in a dream?
Is it locked within your heart?

Does it flow in your veins?
Does it stick to the bottom of your shoe like gum?
Does it make you the way you are?

Can it be in the embrace of a loved one?
Can it be somewhere without walls?
Can it still be home if it’s a place you fear?

What is it to me?
Where is it?
I’m not sure, but I’ll take my best guess.

Maybe laying on a trampoline- not a cloud in the sky.
My best friend laying at my side.
Just us, the cool air, and the sun peeking out from the trees.

Maybe it’s in my bed when I’m too tired to think anymore.
Too sleepy to bring myself down with negative thoughts anymore.
Where I can shut my eyes, have a dream, and fast forward to a new day.

Maybe it’s when I stare into his eyes as he laughs.
And all the doubts I ever had just melt away.
When I wish more than anything to feel this alive forever.

Home for me, changes often.
It’s where I find solace and comfort the most.
Where I can be who I am without ever holding back.
Samantha Stough
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Lamar Smith 25 March 2010
i guess its true home is were the heart is.
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