I left my home to find a home.
I left my home to create a home.
I encountered many houses that welcome me with open arms,
And I had wrongfully barged in houses and caused despair,
I once had tricked into walking into a house but was robbed by the time I left,
I went into a house and lost so many valuable things,
I had been in so many houses in search of my home,
And all that I've received were bad companies,
I used to think that I could make a home out of a person,
But it was just rental,
The landlord had taken away the keys and kick me out in the rain,
I had overstayed in some and before I knew it, the owner had left to be seek refuge in another house,
So I decided to build one.
One with fortified walls and a beautiful garden.
I tried my best to make the interior look interesting and welcoming,
I made sure the beds where they would rest are neatly tucked,
But somehow, with all my efforts to keep them in,
I held them against their own will.
So now, I leave the door open,
Whoever comes to visit and stays are welcomed,
And those who wanted to leave can pack their bags and go.
Because this is my home, I don't want to and won't leave.
I'll stand by it with it's creaks and cracks,
With it's weird shapes and crooked walls,
With the rain and storm,
With the drought and famine.
I build this house with my own hands,
I had fallen in love with it,
Every brick,
Every brush of paint,
Every inch of it,
I won't ever leave,
Because this is my home.
And one thing for sure, you never leave your home.
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where dreams go
PoetryA list of short stories that I come cross in my life that I had to romanticize and write about
