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My first attempt at poetry in English

I wish I could write a poem
where the heart is metaphorically transformed
into a house
or is it a home?

I would add a new floor
and build rooms for you
to dwell in
or visit in the afternoons.

We’ll ignore the old tenants at the ground floor
pretend we can’t hear their noise
or notice their junk
littering the corridors.

I wish I could write a poem
to help you let down your guard
and make me feel as if I’m in control.

But the heart is already a metaphor
and I was told mixing them
is no good.