Laying here, uselessly staring at my monitor
Fiddling with Mouse, clicking here and there
And letting my mind wander everywhere
Far-far away, but reaching nowhere.
I wonder what it I am waiting for is
With lowered curtains, closed door,
A miracle won’t popup from the screen
And God would not let a blessing pour.
Home is where the heart is
Christmassy feel it gives.
You can build them lavish,
Decorate them stylish.
But the house needs to fathom love,
Then only you get the olive branches with dove. (Implies peace of mind).
It’s like bunch of kids in chocolate fight,
The more u Say NO, the harder they challenge your might.
Beneath my wine cellar,
I found my dog Danny’s collar propeller.
That was the day I cried,
My heart was deep fried.
If I teleport my mind more into past,
I see me and my friends having a blast.
I smell the cake my mom makes,
Those are all mine stakes.
The house has seen many seasons
They come and go I think of reasons.
When I find autumn leaf, as snowballing in the winter.
I remember how I traced the lips of my love with leaf’s splinter.
Now comes my nerdy table
Desktop, keyboard and books scattered tells there existed a geek’s fable.
There are memories galore,
Wonder how I should explore.
Then again home is where the heart is,
Christmassy feel it gives.
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