Homely

I found this from 10 months ago...style. Mark needs more happy poetry dammit!


There's home in my heart that I made for you
I put it in the hole where you ran me through
And the poem inside is made from the words
That I spoke but you never heard

I left the door locked
Hoping you would find the key
But it seems you never looked
And I think it time I leave

The burning candles I have been smothered
The roses withered and paintings covered
I let the dust grow around
Every article of love I found

the pictures of you I tatered and frayed
and threw away
I never again want to see your face