People Aren’t Homes ~ Nikita Gill [I Love Poems]

Our house is a very, very, very fine house with two cats in the yard
Life used to be so hard
Now everything is easy 'cause of you
And our la, la, la, la, la,…

I’ll respectfully disagree....
No place is a home, it’s the people that make a home....whether those people are family or friends, you need somebody to rely on/somebody to believe in. Without those people, you still have yourself....but you are effectively homeless.
While I cannot turn people into homes, my home is defined by the people who will not simply disappear.

Quite sad really

Whoever built my body home should have done a better job. I’m already rotting and falling apart.

Keep on Choogl'en