Inside her ribcage city,
lies an abandoned heart hotel haunted with the memories of the time it once knew well,
if you're quiet and imagine,
you can hear the closing doors,
the Forgotten conversations,
and the footsteps on the floors,
it was opened many years ago,
when she was young and naïve, believing if she gave enough,
she'd eventually receive.
each day she cleaned and cooked ,
to ensure comfort for her guests,
but as people kept arriving,
it grew heavy in her chest.
eventually to hear herself she almost had to shout,
over the people who had once moved in and never had moved out.
although they faded from her life their memories roam the halls,
for she was so afraid of heartbreak that she clung to them all.
but hotels aren't designed for everyone who comes to stay,
and when you keep on cramming people in,
something is going to give away.
and so the story goes her Heart Hotel closed down.
the broken building standing now,
no love left to be found.
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The Bloody Queen
PoetryA poetry book filled with dark and some scary poetry by me... Consider it a little insight to the mind of me.