come in.
i haven′t had someone over in a long time,
and i′ll admit this place is a mess.
here′s the door, i′ll leave it open.
come and go, fall in and out.
there′s no need to leave that baggage outside,
i′ll help unpack.
if the broken parts aren′t too much to bear,
feel free to make a home of this place.
just don′t attempt to fix things,
i am no longer ashamed of the ruin.
ask the right people,
some think it has a certain charm.
so if you′re standing at the threshold of my heart, don′t hesitate.
come in.
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The Knight of Hearts
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote between the ages of 16 and 19, about an inescapable first love that burned like wildfire and cloud castles that crumbled into a kingdom of ruin. And from its ashes, the Knight of Hearts rode on. ©︎ 2016 Karran Kumar
