3:13 Am
6/23/19
ymeif i died tonight and they dusted my body for fingerprints the last set of hands they would find are yours
i keep this house sacred
well kept, and clean
just for you
i refuse to let anyone in
this is our home,
everything inside of me belongs to you
everything outside of me belongs to you
i have no right to give away your things
i keep this house locked and only you hold the key
no intruders
no visitors
this home is ours
it's so empty here without you
YOU ARE READING
Where Is My Mind
PoetryPoems that I write when my mind wanders somewhere not even i know