There is a worn home
I see every day
The windows
Were left open
Inside
The furniture has faded
The paint on the walls chipped
On the outside
Everything looks the same
In effort to maintain
Familiarity
I hoped you would come back
But my eyes have grown
Tired of looking
My insides are torn
Longing for your presence
To return
I think it's time
To shut the windows.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 3:45 PM UTC
There is a worn home
I see every day
The windows
Were left open
Inside
The furniture has faded
The paint on the walls chipped
On the outside
Everything looks the same
In effort to maintain
Familiarity
I hoped you would come back
But my eyes have grown
Tired of looking
My insides are torn
Longing for your presence
To return
I think it's time
To shut the windows.
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