I think it'll finally be over when I settle somewhere else
When I find a new home
I'll build it myself
Instead of finding it in your arms
And it'll be a permanent home
No matter who I love
Because home is supposed to be safe and steady
People are unpredictable and weak for depending upon
I found it unwise to feel at home in the arms of a person
Because one day their arms may not be able to hold you any more
And you will be left
Searching, searching for a new place to settle
Searching for someone else to call home
But it will never feel the same
Because you made your home in the arms of a person
And that, my love, is never safe.
Originally posted on my blog, Rithimus Poeta. (Rithimuspoeta.blogspot.com)