-Why a vagabond roams

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I've never had a home
Galaxies of houses but never a home
Foreign walls, cold sheets and floorboards that sing creaky midnight melodies/

But never a home/

I rival Midas's touch as everyone I bestow my golden crown of trust upon soon turns to dust
And I could drown the ocean in the abrupt unsaid goodbyes that pour from the carcasses of their misty memories/
Now I've built a wall with the remaining pieces of my desecrated heart then labeled them 'don't get attached to me'/
All I know of stability is rooted in exhausting melancholy, vile demons that shackle my sore feet, devoted darkness that holds me almost tenderly and kept secrets that keep me company/

But never a home/

Although there was a time I thought home was in your arms/ like Rome in my heart
And I was yours/
We built our homes on the extinguished fire in our bones/
No fire/no fairy lights/ no sun noir stars to fill the empty inky holes in our sky
But alone in the petrifying darkness I felt your hand in mine/
Your warm voice as you wiped away my tears and hushed my cries was one of my most favored lullabies/

But alas the stars were envious of our burning bliss and tore apart the night skies to compose our makeshift goodbyes/

And never have I known such ache in my soul as I have witnessing the fall of our unshakable kingdom/
The ruin of Rome/
Being driven from home/
Disintegration of stone/

Your memories haunt me while the ghost of your smile taunts me/
It's so much more quiet now that your gone but I can't focus because your absences raging screams/
I wish you could help me figure out if seeing you while I'm asleep is a nightmare or my most desired dream/

Fine, love me and leave me but I will dance our dying loves beat for an eternity/

Where is my home? Where does my heart belong?

A/N; y'all this is a load of barnacles.

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