Saturday, July 4, 2009

Come Home

Come home.
You’re lost and dying,
But you run away from me.
You, my dear, are better than this
But you’re choosing not to be.
Come home, my love,
I miss you.
I’ll show you what you’re worth.
I’ll hold you tight against my chest
And I will heal what hurts.
Come home
And I’ll forgive you
For the life that you have picked.
I watch you love things more than me-
Things that make you sick.
Come home, my love,
You’ve lost yourself
And made all who love you cry.
You break their hearts like you break mine;
And it hurts to watch you die.
Come home.
You’re cold and broken
I’ll keep you safe; I’ll see you through-
My love, you give yourself away,
But you’ve forgotten who you belong to.
Come home, my love,
You’re lonely.
You’re sad and scared and ashamed.
But I’ll show you love again,
And I swear you’ll be okay
If you come home.
I’ll show you love again
And I swear I’ll find a way
To bring you home.

-Lo-

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