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)