When all your hopes are put in a home
But then all the light dims slowly, all you see now is darkness
From the very start…
Love isn’t a battlefield, love is home
But why do I feel defeated with wounds all over?
Love isn’t about wrong or right, love is balancing truth
But why can’t i speak mine?
Love isn’t where you paint, love is a painting itself
But why am i painted black?
Love isn’t discouraging, love is support
But why do i feel cornered in each room?
Love isn’t despicable, love is adoration
But why am i loathed?
Love isn’t a battalion, love is a naked baby
But why do i see a stranger in a uniform in the mirror?
Love isn’t assumed, love is communicated
But why am i doubted?
Love isn’t invisible, love is a clear day
But why do I feel irrelevant?
Love isn’t asked, love is given
But why do I feel sucked dry?
Love isn’t disheartening, love is celebrated
But why do I feel anguish?
Love isn’t a haunted house, love is home
But why don’t i feel at home at all?
