The home is no longer
Home, Sweet, Home smelling.
It stinks.
Home, Sweet, Home.
I miss having your breathe on me.
Your touch too.
Things I took for granted.
Its truly sad to realize
That happiness was so close
When it's now so far away.
Hopefully only right now,
You will change your mind.
Sooner than later.
Though I can't be sure.
The home is no longer
Home, Sweet, Home smelling.
Unless you are here with me.
Your love lingers with its scent.
Haunting my dreams infinitely.
In our Home, Sweet,
That we cherished each other.
You are my home,
And I am homeless without you.
Please come back soon.
The home is no longer
Home, Sweet, Home smelling.
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