Words of the Broken and the Lover

Never Coming Home

Written on June 18, 2016

Don't wait for the sun to set
Don't wait for the stars to die
Nor wait for the sky to cry

Nor wait for the waters to dry
Or the plants to die in heat
Nor the flowers to wither.

Don't wait for the metal to get rusted
Nor the wheels to get flat
Don't wait for the things to rot in its oldness.

Foods to be spoiled
Drinks to be washed away
And plates to be broken into pieces.

Don't wait for the wood to be hallowed
Nor the cements to crumble
Don't wait for the puzzles to be solved nor to lose its pieces once again.

Don't wait for the pictures to be unrecognized
Nor its frames to be fragile
Don't wait 'til it's colors fade.

Don't wait for the music to start nor to stop
Nor the wind to dance and see the trees in trance.
Don't wait for the trophies to shine.

See nothing, hear nothing
Don't wait for anything
Because I'm never coming home.