I say, come home.
When times are heavy,
When nothing can be
Calculated
As going your way;
When you're all out
Of time, My Love,
Come home, I say.
When there's nothing left,
When an asteroid hits,
When we're boiling
Water My One Love,
"Come home," I pray.
If you're old
Drying leather,
Come home.
If you're sick,
Runny nose,
Come home.
If it's cold,
Mid-December,
I'm home.
Come home to me,
My Incandescent Love.
I'm a homemaker,
Homemaker.
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Reader's Notes
PoetryA growing collection of prose, old and new, from the teenage years: stories, passing thoughts, poetry. Mental imagery and dialogues straight from thoughts to text. Feel free to leave a comment with feedback or pointing out a small mistake somewhere...
