My first home was built with brick and mortar
When I first walked to her I knew she was the one
I envisioned where I’d put the couch
where my head would fit in her arms
I could picture how the dark wood floors would support my feet
How her light would get me through the dark days
Then she burnt down and left nothing behind
She walked away leaving the heart in ashes
Blown away by the wind through the broken windows
My first home was a masterpiece and a death trap
It is only now that I know, Her and Home are temporary bases to build hopes and dreams
I promise next time
I will build on solid ground.
I will build with solid hearts.