Not a home

Her heart was like a sweet comfy home
Perfect all on her own
that when she let him in it felt like he broke in
He destroyed the beautiful painted walls
broke down every door and smashed everything
into a million pieces
Once he left the heart no longer felt
sweet or comfy
but instead lead to heartache
that felt like a burning house
Anyone would now pass through
to take and destroy what was left
It soon all disappeared
all because of the first one let in
who knew nothing about the care of a heart

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