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.
YOU ARE READING
midnight
Poetrya compilation of poems about love, heartbreak, and hope, born across 21 sleepless nights.
