Empty
This house is no home—
It is not warm
It is not colorful
It is not noisy
It is not welcoming, Nothing is welcomed
Even though I give so many people keys to enter,
Every attempt has failed;
The door would not open
Why is it that I do not have the key to my own house?
Locked and Hallow
I collect dust, the wooden floors age, and the pipes rust,
Creaks and drips
Will I ever hear more than just the spider weaving its web?
*Click*
A new sound echoes the house
The door –
IT OPENED
Light enters with its guest’s warmth, and every beautiful member of the rainbow
I am not furnished, dusted, and fixed
I feel like a home
I feel at home
As quickly as this beauty came, it left.
Now, I relentlessly search for him. . .
The only person who could unlock my doors
And when I find him, I will bring him to my home
Whether anyone else wants him to or not
Whether he wants to or not. . .
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