I'm home
I remember the sweet smell of memories
Scattered about the floor
Like flower petals- I remember those
When you smiled and asked for a picture
You looked so beautiful in your dress- you still do
But now you're just a picture on the wall
A still reminder of our youthful joy
And there's me, in my suit
Cherishing our love that burst into color
I remember your eyes, darling blue
They chased away the nightmares I had
And I woke up next to you
But all that's a photograph now
Your bed lies deep in the ground
In gray and black, like the last moment of you
But now I come home to you
In a bed just like yours, gray and black
Though the dirt may be heavy
They cannot stop my glee
As I shout and run towards you
Yelling, I'm home. Remember me?
YOU ARE READING
What's Wrong
Poetrysome of these might not make sense but trust me neither does my mind
