home

home

home is where the heart is

no that is not correct

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my heart is at a house with red faded shutters

my heart is in that concrete slab, in their clutter

my heart is with their family the happiness they share

my heart is where that house is. no matter how fair

my heart is split between where i lay my head

and the spot where there was my old bed

i walked back in time for just a while today

and reminisced old memories of where i used to lay

a home is made from memories 

not from concrete molded together by misery

happiness is what holds the home together, 

remorse and anger breaks a home forever

remorse i have let shed from this shell

living my life moving on from that hell

i am growing up and living life without that home

i am me and now i can be well known

 

that house no longer defines who i am

it is who i was the old me

the used to be

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