Home
by Katie Lehman
I look at you and I see gargoyles in your eyes, chiseled and gray, guarding over Notre-Dame,
I see your hair, flat, brown, and smooth, the rolling hills of Belgium's soil,
In your smile the city of light shines through, your sweet tooth
Your voice holds the rocky shores of Singapore,
Your skin is pale as the white sand beaches of Mexico,
Your laugh stretches on for miles, echoing like the grand canyon,
Your determination hangs high like the gardens of Babylon,
Your anger boils like Pompeii, your wit as scorching as the Sahara heat
Your tears are as bitter as the Dead Sea, but your love dazzles like the auroras in the north
You are my world, my baby brother
No matter where in the world I am,
No matter what places you go,
You are my home, because home is not just a place
Home is a person
And there is no place I'd rather be, than next to you
by Katie Lehman
I look at you and I see gargoyles in your eyes, chiseled and gray, guarding over Notre-Dame,
I see your hair, flat, brown, and smooth, the rolling hills of Belgium's soil,
In your smile the city of light shines through, your sweet tooth
Your voice holds the rocky shores of Singapore,
Your skin is pale as the white sand beaches of Mexico,
Your laugh stretches on for miles, echoing like the grand canyon,
Your determination hangs high like the gardens of Babylon,
Your anger boils like Pompeii, your wit as scorching as the Sahara heat
Your tears are as bitter as the Dead Sea, but your love dazzles like the auroras in the north
You are my world, my baby brother
No matter where in the world I am,
No matter what places you go,
You are my home, because home is not just a place
Home is a person
And there is no place I'd rather be, than next to you
Katie Lehman is a 18 year old senior at Linganore High School with a passion for writing and art. She adores theater, animation, and music, and her personality is as colorful as her rainbow hair.
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