I built him a home
with two arms and
a whole heart.
Well, maybe the heart wasn't
whole, this heart has been shattered
plenty of times, but i gave it all
to him.
I gave him this home to feel safe
to feel love
to feel no fear.
But maybe he didn't like the color
or the clouds that sometimes
hung over head,
because he left and burned
it to the ground.
I hope he feels safe and nothing but love
and i hope no fear ever steps in his way.
And maybe he would prefer the home
she builds for him instead.
Maybe she'll build it with bright
colors and may the sun always shine
where he is.
We all know a heart that has been shattered can never make a steady
home.
But maybe my house was only
made for one, and maybe
he was never welcomed
in the first place.