A house and a home








They don’t stand-alone







They are of the same definition






Hand in hand with equal recognition





The difference lies in the structure and in physique




Solved by an intricate sketch, carefully critiqued





A house built by each individual board and nail







But a home is built from a tale




Memories line each of the bricks and trimming






Meant to last to the end from the beginning





Some have the urge to let go because of past pain




But no matter what the presence it will always remain




Even if the building is ruins, and residence have retired




The thought will always be remembered and admired




We hold cause through our true identity inside





Through the rooms light will always shine and provide




We will always desire to be together, always longing




For the sense it gives us, the sense of belonging



We leave a mark on it; it leaves an imprint on our heart






The two will never in the end be apart








But a house is residential







And a home is sentimental.