Some may think love is home and love is complete,But love is the bricks that build the home.
I made this home, built it with these bricks.Now I stand in this rubble. My home fell when several crucial bricks Ripped out and decayed.Shattered.This love changed and ruined my home.
They ripped their love away,Broke these bricks After I had placed them In the foundation of my home.
For now, I stand in this rubble,Searching for stable bricks To rebuild my homeAnd one day I shall.