If my heart was a house
You'd be the paint Hugging the walls and hiding my color To make me appear more welcoming You'd be the lamp In the corner of the room That gives me light to read on the couch And turns on and off with the flick of a switch You'd be the comforter Surrounding my skeleton To give me warmth in the dreadful winter And suffocate me in the endless summer You'd be the coffee pot Giving me energy for the day With a sweet bitter flavor That makes me dependent You'd be the mirror Watching me dance Admitting my tears And reflecting the fire that burns in my eyes If your heart was a house You'd be the gate And I'd be left out With a book to wait. ~Margo
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