Home Is Where The ❤️ Is
Once covered and warm, to keep
out that uncontrollable storm.
Notes sing a blissard tune, if only
they get louder and keep playing until June.
No notes are singing in sight, so now i'll have to give up the fight.
I must leave bare my warmth and cover
to walk the streets with no lover.
My angel came through to sing those notes for me, to appear in the form of a money tree.
Now I have found the light, the warmth from that I had won the fight.
By Michaela. X
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