A day of mine begins like this,
I enter the bathroom to take a piss,
But soon fall asleep on the toilet seat,
To my lulling comfortable heartbeat.
For me,
Home is in the bathroom.
A shower head for a spotlight,
For the worst bathroom singer night,
The shampoo bottle for mic drop,
Slippery tiles, a floor for Hip-hop.
For me,
Home is in the bathroom.
Music playing from the phone,
Of singers famous and unknown,
For each emotion of the day,
As i find my anchor to stay.
For me,
Home is in the bathroom.
Although it's my scare place,
Where cockroaches i have to face,
But it's also my turmoil untangler,
As i fight against the emotional strangler.
For me,
Home is in the bathroom.
More tears felt by the dry floor,
Than the soft pillow core,
More silent screams swallowed down,
Even if I'm naked or in a pretty gown.
For me,
Home is in the bathroom.
It envolpes me in safety,
Clears my mind of the debts so hefty,
That leaves me drained of my strength,
As it leeches off me for days at length.
For me,
Home is in the bathroom.
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A/N: I know i haven't written for awhile, but it's tough to get prompts guys.
So this was seriously a really out of the box topic to write on, but i just felt the need to get it out.
Tell me your views on it.
Lovelove!
P. S. Please don't judge me for this poem😅
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Words Of An Idle Mind
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