- Non-Erotic Poetry
- This house
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I vacate the premise, this house is where I play
I come and go when the landlord isn't around
Perhaps maybe one day I will be able to stay
Perhaps maybe one day, not today
For now this room is mine for the night
This room so damp, it's walls so tight
I often ponder whether my trespassing is right.
When I feel this room shake, that is when I loose sight
Loose sight of my morality
Lustfull transgressions
Held with confidentiality
This room greets me with hospitality
Open legs and arms around me
A secret that can never be told
That the only time this house isn't violated
Is when the landlord isn't home.
Scars and damage revile this places pain
One day I wish to rebuild.
One day this beautiful palace will be able to maintain
The landlord says it's his to keep
He says it's his to break
He says that he is its owner
This house doesn't know
This house has the ability
To stand up on its own.
That is the day that this broken house
Can turn into a home.
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