
Image by Artur Skoniecki from Pixabay
Home is sweet so they say,
But this other home of skin and bone
Only feels at home inside these bricks and mortar —
So long as you are here too.
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A house is a prison without love
Just bricks —
If the mortar that holds us all together
Grows thinner…
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Until, it’s —
Just a lego or a doll's house,
Just a rundown old place,
Just the rubble of strained love and time worn dreams.
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Those beautiful, fragile
Intangible things —
Make a house a home worth living in.
About the Creator
Helena Adeloju
Helena is a lover of words and stories. Her reverence for wonder drives her curiosity and passion for writing.
IG: @helenaadeloju
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