2/7/19

I can't explain it.
I can't seem to understand.
What it takes to make you come home again.
I see reflections, I see the hope shift through my hands.
I can't wait I see you come home again.
I pressure myself to breathe.
Am I all I really need?
It's what it takes to bring you home again.

My kind heart has patterns.
Crosshatched in pink and encased in silver linings.
I refrain from coarse words.
My purpose in life is to enlighten warm feelings half way across the world.
Unbounded passions.
Uncertain fortunes.
Its all I need to bring you back home again.

A careful balancing act.
A wish made simple once given a chance.
Eyes like a star scattered sky that won't stare back.
Poised motionless deep in the lake below.
Pushing past my life to give you more time for yours.
Falling away from everything thing I had.
I gave it all to bring you back home again.

I remember sitting beneath a tree, it was just you and me.
I thought I remembered it that way.
Perhaps it was all just a dream.
The world around us was still and quiet.
All I heard was the sound of your heartbeat.
An overwhelming moment with a friend.
But it finally brought you back home again.