Feels like home

A Poem by Christina Reed

Home, let me come home. Home is wherever i'm with you. Home, yes I am home. Home is when I'm alone with you.

Home

The matteness and neutralness of comfort

Home

Wherever I can hear your footsteps coming closer

Home

Whenever we cook on the sunday

Home

The safety from the outside

Home

Waking up at 10 am

Home

Your hands on my hips

Home

Let me come home

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Added on March 12, 2013
Last Updated on March 12, 2013

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