Now that your time has come and now gone,
A lot has been broken; me along with our bond.
------
-----
Whether it may be a rope to your neck or blade to your wrist,
The walls were now dented and so do my battered fist.
-----
What I miss the most was your voice,
So soft and alluring, you never gave me a choice
----
To escape your restraints, now I yearn your embrace.
Your startling beautiful eyes, I now can't ever chase.
----
Because, for it was once wide open and bright
Now forever closed as you lost all fight.
---
You know that you are my home but, fuck!
Fate played me and robbed all of my luck,
-----
It stole my home, my girl.
There's too much pain, oh god I wanted to hurl.
------
I miss you now that, I have never been home,
Now all I can do is make a poem
----
How; I wanted to be with you now,
To come home so bad, while asking myself how?
------
Though deep inside, to come to you; I know how.
----
'Cause right now, I can. Whether it may be a trigger on my head or pills on my throat
But I know you'll hate me and all I've recieve from you is loathe.
----
I don't ever want to be on my own.
-----
And all I wanna do is to come home.
YOU ARE READING
Bloviate
PoetryWhere he talks about her, it and himself. Her that is majestic, Who had him peaked And it, that caused him to leap Because it, was given to him By her, like a horrible hymn. This is where, he talks about pain. -------- ~This is a compilation of po...
