I used to build homes out of people. I sought safety in their arms and when they left, like most people do, I felt homesick for a place that no longer exists. But, I have learnt to stop finding shelter in other people and built my own. They are now just a stain on the wall, an uninvited guest and I am no longer an open door that is waiting for them to come home.
can I make a song out of this or nah
ReplyDeletealso this reminds me a lot of coming down
ReplyDeleteYour words flow so beautifully, like poetry. You will always be my favourite writer. Chand x
ReplyDeleteYou have done what i believe all true poets should be capable of doing: you've translated the very beats of my heart. I feel every word you have written so strongly &so deeply its as if we are one
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