What Home Means to Me...

Home to me is something special I can’t even comprehend. How could someone read me inside out, upside down, and still love me to the end? Home to me is someone special, you don’t even understand! She knows me here, she knows me there, she’ll always be my friend! I'm grateful for my homes, but did I tell you I had another? I love her, and she loves me, were grateful for each other. I miss her how? I miss her now, but I’ll never be above her. Home to me isn’t something cheap, it’s not even expensive. You can’t tell me that it’s not true, you can’t say all of this is excessive! Moral is, friends are what you need, I thought that was a given. I love mine more than you’d ever know, and I can't wait to tell them! So, this to you, yes, I know, could be a little confusing, but this all makes sense inside my head, since friends are the ones that sculpt me!