My heart is a house
and it's open for rent
To stay and to sleep
I thought you were meant
to live here for good
I was about to hand you the keys
but you lived and you left
without paying the fees.
More tenants came in
and they messed up my floors
they ripped off the wallpaper
and they knocked down the doors.
Then you came along
and you spackled the wall.
You painted the doors
and I began to fall
down those stairs so high
I tripped and I hurt
but by the time I got up
all that was left was your shirt.
It was stuck on the banister
as if you had fled without thought
I fell to my knees
because my breath was not caught.
Tears clouded my eyes
as my hope was shattered once more
To love is too dangerous
now I will forever lock my door.
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 12:59 PM UTC
My heart is a house
and it's open for rent
To stay and to sleep
I thought you were meant
to live here for good
I was about to hand you the keys
but you lived and you left
without paying the fees.
More tenants came in
and they messed up my floors
they ripped off the wallpaper
and they knocked down the doors.
Then you came along
and you spackled the wall.
You painted the doors
and I began to fall
down those stairs so high
I tripped and I hurt
but by the time I got up
all that was left was your shirt.
It was stuck on the banister
as if you had fled without thought
I fell to my knees
because my breath was not caught.
Tears clouded my eyes
as my hope was shattered once more
To love is too dangerous
now I will forever lock my door.
Companion poem to "For Rent"
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