HOME

I am left to dust

And before I turned into one,

You came back

And light me up.

Am I a home to you?

You seem to always crawl back
Waiting for me to embrace you
Whenever worries and sadness swallow you.

Do I seem easy to you?

Because it's so easy for you to leave me

And return whenever you need me

After a very long awful silence.

But

How long should I be your home?

Can I finally leave?

The roof is leaking,

The walls are cracking.

The next time you are home, 

There will be no flowers blooming for you

Or bright colours of the walls waiting for you 

Just a dusty dirty old house.

Waiting for you to come back.