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Home Is A Heart
Home is a place.
My home is a heart.
In another it beats,
in another it sparks.
I am welcomed in,
not by door but by face.
Acceptance I feel
because I know love this real can't be fake.
This little girl takes my hand
and twice I dont think.
I just know,
where she goes,
shes made home not a place.
It's a picture i see.
It's a song that I sing.
It's a story I know.
It's her memory she left for me to embrace,
so I do and I don't have a place to call home.
Her heart beat is my knock on the door.
(For my beautiful daughter,
because she accepts me for me.)
tag@neiaweston
#acceptance
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My home is a heart.
In another it beats,
in another it sparks.
I am welcomed in,
not by door but by face.
Acceptance I feel
because I know love this real can't be fake.
This little girl takes my hand
and twice I dont think.
I just know,
where she goes,
shes made home not a place.
It's a picture i see.
It's a song that I sing.
It's a story I know.
It's her memory she left for me to embrace,
so I do and I don't have a place to call home.
Her heart beat is my knock on the door.
(For my beautiful daughter,
because she accepts me for me.)
tag@neiaweston
#acceptance
© All Rights Reserved
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