New Street, New Sheets

home is where the heart is, so home lies within

inside is where the beauty of your home ends and begins

there’s no place like home, and no one like you

control who you let in and the energies that pass through

protect your home for it is seen as a temple

cleanse the mind, body, and soul for keeping a tidy home is that simple

i could talk about the old shutters and how the foundation began to crack

or i could sing about the new curtains and how the flowers have grown back

remember the creak in the floor?

do you hear that anymore?

or do you see new tile that runs for miles

my home is filled with memories

like movie nights in the living room

i still dread the days you didn’t when you said you’d be home soon

the island where we sat as you poured your favorite drink

also, the place i sat and cried when all i could do was think

where, when, and how did my home become so bleak?

almost like every door closed and walls crumbled when you’d speak

this is a home of truth where lies don’t fit in

so, i packed what was necessary and vowed to never do it again

my new home feels safe, my new home feels good

red wine on granite counters, white walls, and panels of white wood

the couch is made of velvet and the pillows so plush

i enjoy this space alone, expecting visitors there’s no rush

i’ve watered my lilies and repotted the fern

peace well put together is peace well earned

while the halls are silent my thoughts are loud

since no one’s around i can scream it all out

home, sweet home no longer bitter

they pick up trash every day, so, there's no litter