Empty

Everything made to perfection

You sit down in a chair

But it was just for looks

Other then a mother making the food

The kitchen is full of cooks

The tile is so clean you could eat off it

It’s so pretty, yet in your soul is a pit

It feels like a premade kit

Just a place to sleep and that’s it

You feel like mouse

This is a house

It feels so cold

This is not a home

Home isn’t about fancy things

A home is about new beginnings

It’s about the people that bring joyful cries

Even if it’s the ground you must lie

It’s the people that make it cozy

A home is where the happy people mosey

Though sometimes sadness might stir

It’s a place where even the hard times occur

Its a place to show your scars

Even if it’s just in a tent out in the stars

It’s a place where the family returns

Home is who you select

It’s home, where you connect

Even if it’s a bus that you choose

Take your home wherever you want to peruse

Home doesn’t have to be a place full of jewels

By the people that rid of your blues

Home can be in the trash

As long as that’s where they make you laugh

It’s with the people that you choose to roam

That’s a home