A Real SmileHours earlier.A smile.A smile of hatred.Because it must. InsideRotten and brokenSorrow and painNot knowing what a real smile is.
He's the oneHe knows when I need him, stays up late at night.Hes the one who puts the smile on my face that I share with the world.Hes the one that loves me, and cares like no one else.Hes the one that will wait for me, when everyone keeps walking.Hes the one that texts me cute messages.He is the one that I can trust without any doubts.But really, hes the one I cant live without.
A MomentOn a cold summer day,I hide behind his back, it's like a shield from the heavy wind.My head is leaning on his jacket where I can hear his heart pounding.Passing the green landscapes, the busy roads, and right into the city.He accidentally touched my hand, said they were cold, and grabbed mine to warm them up,While the wheels continuously turned, I fiddled with his hand.I felt adored again, a sentiment that I hadn't felt for a long time.Gradually I felt his hand interlock with mine, it was natural, it felt right.I wish this moment was everlasting, but it doesn't matter, because itwill stay in my mind forever
What is homeA home is not where you liveIt's not your house.Its more than that.Home is a shelter,it keeps you away from the rain, the thunder, the storm.Home, in sports, a goal or destination.Someone said, "The place where your heart belongs."The place where you feel loved and feel right to, a place that is yours,home.Home is deep to the heart."It's where mommy and daddy are."Where you feel comfortable and at easeDwelling. The home of you and me.A girl said, "A place where you can be yourself, do your own things without being judged"Under the bridge, with a plastic bag as roof. Where is your home?
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