My House Is Not My Home

My house is not my home. My home. Somewhere I feel happy and free to roam. My house. My house is just a building. With an open, closed door. Home is where the heart is. The love grows more and more and more. A house is filled with gloom I smell, At home my flowers bloom as well A house is just for Halloween. You knock and say, “Trick or treat!” With candy that looks new, with decorations that yell “BOO!” A home is where I’m safe. Where I keep special keepsakes. A house is a place with 4 walls, home is where there’s room for all. A house is a place with a roof above, A home is where you share your love. That is why my house is not my home.