The Heart Hotel

February 3, 2015  |  It's all about Love

the heart hotel

Inside her ribcage city, Lies an abandoned heart hotel

Haunted with the memories, Of a time it once knew well,

If you’re quiet and imagine, You can hear the closing doors,

The forgotten conversations, And the footsteps on the floors,

It was open many years ago, When she was still young and naïve

Believing if she gave enough. She d’eventually receive,

Each day she cleaned and cooked, To ensure comfort for her guests,

Bust as people kept arriving, It grew heavy in her chest,

Eventually to hear herself, She almost had to shout,

Over the people who once moved in, And then never moved out,

Although they had faded from her life, They memories roamed the halls,

For she was so afraid of heartbreak, That she clung onto them all,

But the hotels aren’t designed, For everyone who comes to stay,

And when you keep on cramming people in, Something’s going to give way,

And so the story goes, Her heart hotel slowly closed down,

She learnt to let things go, And moved into a nicer town,

That she’s doing so much better, And she owns a cottage now,

Where ones she loves the dearest, Are the only guests she will allow.

Author: e.h


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