Home is where no carnages are to blame/ all are fruity sour cups of love juices/ where trust is built by bonds, not bricks and chalk/ crack jokes without getting affected/ where you can speak as loudly as you want/ thy your home will restrain a war/ will fight prejudice where you share an equal glass of water without having the quality check/ the typical abuse is washed white/ you feel your home is loving you/ those positive affirmations are helpful/ your home speaks your language/ translate/ you want to profuse your soul in there/ like it's heaven and nothing is beyond/ you sink there and live/ in-home

If I could call him home-

He’ll sink me deep with no desolates to keep/ would be my bond/permanent comfort/ my love language would be his kiss/ will fight for me/ debted my life in his arms as he is what my soul needs/I’ll cry every night if I'm not near him/ sleep-deprived/I’ll want his gaze on what they call beauty/ and he will touch all my flaws/ we would laugh, like there's no one around and would be together until rot to ground/ the pretty lies would never be the uncertain reason for my home to dissolve/ he would be what everyone wants/ he is what home’s like and I’m his homebody