Home

A while ago someone asked me what home meant to me. I didn't have an answer. I think i finally understand now.

For some home is their house,
Their possessions,
For which they saved countless pennies for,
But not for me.

Home is a feeling,
A warm embrace,
A kiss that staggers me,
A smile that freezes me.

Countless nights spent talking,
From the early afternoon,
Till the sun rises,
Neither of us wanting to sleep as neither of us wants to be without the other.

A feeling like no other,
A feeling of belonging,
Of love,
See for me home is a person.

Home is you.

Author's Note

It made me smile writing it as there was only one person on my mind.

Reviews

[augustmoon80]

It made me smile when I read it myself.

[cynicalbeliever]

Have i ever told you i love you sammi?

[Sammi]

Home is you

[Kelly M.]

This is so sweet. I loved it! The word, "home" is so sweet and heart warming that it makes you smile. Home is the people you have there with you, so true! Great poem that is very truthful! 100/100 for sure! :)

[Skoo.]

I absolutely love this, and the idea of it (:
Thankyou for the RR, 'cause this is a brilliant write...
A definite 100/100 (: