My heart is for rent.
Holding a space for one.
And do not tell me that you can't
In here is home
Comfort and solace
Like tiny shells being washed by seafoam
It is a place for you
And you alone
The only acceptable who in this world of who's who
But maybe one is not enough
Oh my dear you are right
A space for another, no not a bluff
My heart is for rent.
It holds space now for two.
It holds one for you,
The other one for me.
Because it is cliche
How can you love another,
If you cannot love yourself.
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 5:27 AM UTC
My heart is for rent.
Holding a space for one.
And do not tell me that you can't
In here is home
Comfort and solace
Like tiny shells being washed by seafoam
It is a place for you
And you alone
The only acceptable who in this world of who's who
But maybe one is not enough
Oh my dear you are right
A space for another, no not a bluff
My heart is for rent.
It holds space now for two.
It holds one for you,
The other one for me.
Because it is cliche
How can you love another,
If you cannot love yourself.
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