i've always liked hobos

by: shira

At times, your home is not yours
If you don’t like
Revolving doors
Without welcome mats

Maybe I’m being overdramatic
Extravagance is more credible than apathy
When you are trying not to make a scene
That everyone forgets

From home
He called
Asked if I was running away
And I said no
Puzzled at such a literal escape

I’d never leave a home that I’ve been given
And invited to make mine
Mere disturbances
Shouldn’t drive away
Anyone who’s ever wanted anything worth having