Here in this empty home I lie,
any distance between myself, and my love
only makes it seem all the more a void.
I can only hope, that one day they will see,
that I'm no worse than any other, but better.
But hope is the lonely road I tread.
The home need not be the empty, lonely shell
if only they would accept and bring me into theirs,
my hope is the only candle in this home, however dim.
Until then, unless they would show me love in return,
this home is named and shall forever be,
"Hope, the empty home".














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