Now that you have flown enough,
will you please come back?
Come back home now, please!
was what I wanted to say,
only to realize
I wasn't the home
you would be coming back to.
Now, selfishly,
I wanted to say
Please fly more out there,
I will watch from a far at peace,
Knowing you wouldn't be in someone's arm for now.
YOU ARE READING
8 am poetry
PoetryLately, 8 AM are more daunting than the 3AM. It means getting ready to put on a show like nothing bad is happening. It means no more hiding behind the blanket and laying in the comfort of the bed. It means no more sleeping a little more even if you...
