What Happens When We Close the Fridge Door?(home)A Poem by ShaneBerryNew poem part of F/A/B/A/P/F hope you all enjoy!!:)
What Happens When We Close the Fridge Door?(home)
So afraid of Every memory slipping away, So he sits at night and like a movie let's them play! Running fast or Running slow It doesn't matter where he is If he's not there than he's not home It's like a daydream he can't catch, Like going down a winding river on poorly crafted raft, Without a purpose without a cause, Held down by all of these laws Like gravity and practicality. He feels soo fake, Wants to return to reality. It doesn't matter where he is, If he's not there than he's not home, Where the heart is don't ya know? And other things the story goes, On and on till beginnings get so blurred it hurts, To strain your eyes to see, A new beginning one where you are wrapped 'round me. And I don't feel soo bad no more, Yeah, I don't feel soo bad no more, no more. And I can, come home, come home, come home. Where the heart is don't ya know? I try to fight this tide alone, As memory served me long ago, Once again I pine for home. A place for me to lay head down, A place for you to come around. No more secret meeting places, No more hour long long drives. Here I'll answer to all my sins, Here is where I choose to live. And I don't feel soo bad no more, Yeah, I don't feel soo bad no more, no more. And I can, come home, come home, come home. And we can all, come home, come home, come home. © 2012 ShaneBerryAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorShaneBerrydenton, TXAboutMy Chemical Romance “The Ghost of You” Name: Shane Douglas Berry Age: Born on 8/4/1992 Hair color: Brown Eye color: Green Skin color: White, Freckled Tattoos: Oroborus (red, center.. more..Writing
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