Sometimes the light is so bright
It scares whoever tries to
come close.
Sometimes the darkness so deep
they get lost somewhere before
the first touch.
Sometimes knocking on the door
may be the polite thing to do,
but it ends up shut in the face, with them
turned away.
Because the door is jammed
shut- it has been, for longer
than anyone can care to
remember.
Sometimes the grandeur,
the intricate beauty and the
power that comes with being
the piece of art, a part of
history draws everyone
close.
Many pay visits, many left in
awe, many fall in love
But no-one can stay
long enough.
The architecture is beautiful enough
to make you a
regular- a good friend
but to settle
here- just not enough? or
maybe too much?
It's a house for
the world,
but not a soul found
a home.
The windows, the glass is stained
and children run away
after drawing smiles
in the dust
-the only smiles my building shows.
Sometimes, it's hard
to be a house so beautiful
-sometimes it gets lonely
but some roofs are
meant to shelter
travelers, to give love,
and a home for their journeys.
Have the flowers grow back
And then let go- with a loving scent,
a kiss so they might stay a while.
And the house stands
still- in all its glory,
its beauty and grandeur
flowers ready to bloom
lying in wait for the next fling with spring.
Never waking up to the same bodies, never
too much to find
yet infinitely exquisite,
adorned in the little things
each lover left behind.
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