Home is me

House may crumble, house may burn, home lasts forever and receives no urn. Over the roof love is there, under the house love is there, so families can care. Moments with loved ones can mean the world, nothing is better than being hugged and twirled. Everyone's opinion of home may not be the same, but love is something we all can claim. Inside a house I feel love, however many people have but a glove. Sadness, disappointment, crying, thinking about homelessness makes me feel like I'm dying. Making cardboard your house can be so cold, after weeks and weeks it gets so old. Everyone deserves a home, everyone deserves love, no one should say that they’re above. So, what does this mean. These words on a page. Missing your house can be so terrible but, in the end, if we all work together with donations, hard work and determination it doesn't have to end so badly.