My heart is a home
Not a vacation spot,
A beach house,
Or a day trip.
So don’t step through the threshold
unless you are willing to pay a lifetime of mortgage,
manage the creaking floors
And handle all of the broken little parts.
My door is closed to visitors.
My door is closed to thieves with their facades glowing in dim moonlight.
Understand.
My locks have been damaged,
curtains torn.
Please understand.
I am tired.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC
My heart is a home
Not a vacation spot,
A beach house,
Or a day trip.
So don’t step through the threshold
unless you are willing to pay a lifetime of mortgage,
manage the creaking floors
And handle all of the broken little parts.
My door is closed to visitors.
My door is closed to thieves with their facades glowing in dim moonlight.
Understand.
My locks have been damaged,
curtains torn.
Please understand.
I am tired.
A warning to all who enter
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