By Gauri Verma
There are poems 'n tales
Of a girl finding her home
In husky eyes, soft smile
And a gentle tone
His arms are the welcome mat
And his torso the door
Her soul so lost
Found itself for evermore
But what of her twin
That stumbled across many
She paid in tears
And to some in pennies
Called each she met her own
For each felt like home
Home, to her, was everything
Besides those lonely nights
Tucked in her bed
Listening in on the fights
Home was anything but four walls
Where you never heard the three words
It wasn't two faced or two sided
Full of cowards
Home was the one that saw just her
Intentions never thought of
For one glance meant she existed
And that feeling left her aloft