It will be July again
and my Christmas decorations
will still be up because I hope
that they will lead you back home.
But where is home?
What do you consider me as?
Am I home for you?
What am I?
Who am I?
I don't know actually
Currently though
all I feel like
is a pile of bones
with flesh laid over
like a soft comforter
too tired to move
But I want to be more.
I want to be a spark
that something that changes your mind
a muse
a penny for your thoughts
Quid Pro Quo to your heart
But hearts aren't meant to be rent out as favours.
Though the spaces in them is given out
You're one of the tenants
Adamant not to move out
And I don't have the heart to kick you out
Someday it'll be time for you to pay up
Rent including the security taxes
For keeping you in my heart is a battle
which I wish I would've lost a long time ago
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