A Single Day

If home is where you can escape to Books are my home Books I can escape life itself Into the world of fantasy Imagining things Imagining things that this world could never achieve The smell as you flip through the pages Opening the book in the middle Then slamming it shut When done The pages are torn and the corners are bent Much like how houses get worn down over time If a home is a special comfort My friends are my home Friends The comfort I feel with my friends Is the same comfort I feel at home The warm cozy feeling The comfort of their laughs The you can trust me look Their warm embrace Those things hit me Everytime I walk through the school doors They haven’t missed a single day.