Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Week Two: "And I Built A Home"

There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
This is a place where I don't feel alone
This is a place where I feel at home

And I built a home
For you
For me

Until you disappeared
From me
From you

And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust
Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground has arose and passed it's knees
By the cracks of his skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down

Held on as tightly as you held onto me

And I built a home
For you
For me

Until you disappeared
From me
From you

And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust.



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