Home is where the heart is
I never felt like I truly belong.
I’m looking for an eternal home.
Home that feels warm on Christmas
Hugs, kisses and gentle voices.
Cheesecakes and whipping cream,
Creme brûlée’s a great choice too
One that allows my own pace and life,
Loves me on the darkest night.
Loneliness is being around people
Yet feel you never truly belong.
I haven’t found where my home is
Is it a purpose?
Is it a state of mind?
I’ll find it!
Is it a person?
If it’s you, come get me.