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My Home. Saying every thought that was in our mind And reading out loud like an announcer would say. Looking at old yearbooks Laughing at some Awing at others And hiding our own Desperate to dance at random moments Singing like we’re the next American Idol - PowerPoint PPT Presentation
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My Home“Home is where the heart is.”
Blah blah blah.
What a bunch of rubbish.
I prefer other people’s homes
With best friends.
Pulling up in the driveway
And before I even get there
People slam open the door
And run towards me screaming their hearts out
That’s our way of saying, “Hello, how are you?”
Having water fights,
That lead to marshmallow or
Left over pizza fights
That the pizza guy brought.
Munching down on all the food that’s in the fridge
And trying new recipes with scraps.
Watching movies just for the commercials
Saying every thought that was in our mindAnd reading out loud like an announcer would say.
Looking at old yearbooks
Laughing at some
Awing at others
And hiding our own
Desperate to dance at random moments
Singing like we’re the next American Idol
Starving for the love of friends
And being who you want to be.
Planning to go swimming at three or four in the morning
But never make it til then,
After our time vanishes
Before we have the slightest thought it did
Parents come to take us home
Leaving with memories,
Good times,
And a good mood.
Knowing that a get together is always
Something to come back to.
By Melissa Tylinski
My Home“Home is where the heart is.”
Blah blah blah.
What a bunch of rubbish.
I prefer other people’s homes
With best friends.
Pulling up in the driveway
And before I even get there
People slam open the door
And run towards me screaming their hearts out
That’s our way of saying, “Hello, how are you?”
Having water fights,
That lead to marshmallow or
Left over pizza fights
That the pizza guy brought.
Munching down on all the food that’s in the fridge
And trying new recipes with scraps.
Watching movies just for the commercials
Saying every thought that was in our mindAnd reading out loud like an announcer would say.
Looking at old yearbooks
Laughing at some
Awing at others
And hiding our own
Desperate to dance at random moments
Singing like we’re the next American Idol
Starving for the love of friends
And being who you want to be.
Planning to go swimming at three or four in the morning
But never make it til then,
After our time vanishes
Before we have the slightest thought it did
Parents come to take us home
Leaving with memories,
Good times,
And a good mood.
Knowing that a get together is always
Something to come back to.
By Melissa Tylinski