Home

Home A place where I can go. To chase the bad and make it go. To make your worries leave your head, to keep them from a major dread. It's not a place, with four walls, it's a place with hugs for all. I open the door with the key, expecting family to reach out to me. Home is a place with warm sun, beaming down on everyone. When I walk into my place, I feel that I can have my space. Peace is something really loved, when you're home, it fits like a glove. Telling the truth at home is great, when I make a big mistake. Home is where I get cared for, when I am really bored. Home is where I turn my frown, the right side up, which is upside down. I bundle up with my cuddles, ready for family, to snuggle. After I have some bad, home makes it, really rad. When I feel really snappy, I go home to make me happy.