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Home was never about
four walls,or the warmth
of laughter seeping
into bones.
Or the rainbows hanging
over the clouds,the
taste of love from
the cup on the table.
~
Home was all about
the broken plates,and
blood stains on the wall.
Shattered glasses reflecting
dreams,soaked in
sorrow and blood.
Home was all about
loving the fire,
that burnt your skin
during the winters.
© shivi
four walls,or the warmth
of laughter seeping
into bones.
Or the rainbows hanging
over the clouds,the
taste of love from
the cup on the table.
~
Home was all about
the broken plates,and
blood stains on the wall.
Shattered glasses reflecting
dreams,soaked in
sorrow and blood.
Home was all about
loving the fire,
that burnt your skin
during the winters.
© shivi
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