You made Home out of people. 

But look at you, you are here now, homeless.
They say home is where the heart is, 
So where should I go, finding mine, while 
you’re busy digging yours? 

In the time when I can catch dreams, 
I hear the clock ticking louder and louder. 
And I lay hopelessly romaticizing poetry
Staring at my recently decorated wall. 
But this isn’t home. 
I feel like a soldier now;
I long to go home. 

Home is where the heart is. 
And I hope mine keeps beating there. 

You’re Beautiful. 

Some people have beautiful bodies. You have all the praises for them. You keep on wondering.  

Some people have beautiful minds. Their thoughts, views and opinions fascinates you. 

Some people have beautiful souls. As you get to know them,  you like them. They give you all the positive vibes. 

But some,very few people are actually beautiful and you don’t know exactly what makes them beautiful. You fall for them. And yes, you fall for all of their body, mind and soul.