maybe home is nothing but,
the way you sip your coffee in the middle of the night
the way they put a lot of syrup on your pancake
the way you smell the fresh air when you wake up
the way you finally jump to your bed
the way you light up your candle
the way you open the fridge
the way you crawling to bathroom
the way you dancing in front of mirror
the way you open a window
maybe a home is nothing but,
the way you look at me
and smile, then that beautiful smirk
killing me slowly
and you leave
a bliss i could not resist.
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