Set the Heart on Fire

It’s a wayward heart, with no cavity to call it’s own.

Home is where the heart is. Well, this one’s nowhere.

It found you as a solace, a consolation, being fair to neither it nor you.

People don’t make good homes, it knows. A sanctuary is a settlement; pithy as a compromise.

Ah, forgive the heart. It knows no home. It’s wayward, wild and crazy.

Set it free, set it alight. Show it the door. You long needed to renovate anyway.


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