i am not a hotel

i am not a hotel. 
don’t pack your bags only to stay a week or two
don’t come to me only when you need somewhere to get away from everything
i am not a hotel.
i am a home.
let me be your home.
pack your bags… but this time, stay. 
i am a home
and i am utterly drawn to you. 
i am here until you tear me apart



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Kennedy Gonzalez

"let me be your home...i am here until you tear me apart." Lines that ring of true surrender. A pleasure to read your work.


Thank you :-)

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