i am not a hotel
i am not a hotel.
don’t pack your bags only to stay a week or two
don’t come to me only when you need somewhere to get away from everything
i am not a hotel.
i am a home.
let me be your home.
pack your bags… but this time, stay.
i am a home
and i am utterly drawn to you.
i am here until you tear me apart
This poem is about:
Me
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