I want to go home...
Home to the boy that makes me feel safe, and wanted.
My home had a light on inside, warming and welcoming, waiting for my return with open doors.
My home knows when to comfort me when I'm low. Talking to me in the sweetest way, loving me above all faults.
My home is a boy. He makes me feel safe and wanted.
My home is warm and welcoming.
My home is waiting for my return with open arms.
I want to go home.
© Liby