It's three months gone;
Come home already.
His prayers are losing faith
Come, hold his hand already.
The receding harmony
Has broken him too,
Don't travel all alone sweetness
He is waiting for you.
He blames the times,
He curses himself everyday
Pass him a smile already
Let him know, you have stayed.
Don't draw the line in between
One wall, has just fell.
You are his everything, angel
Don't banish him to the hated hell.
He needs you all these days
He needs you, when he doesn't
Come home already, with a flower
You were his world, even when he wasn't.
YOU ARE READING
Transcendence
PoetryHello, there readers! For a quick introduction to my work would suit its subtitle- 'A Collection of Scattered Feelings', I have maintained no fixed mood, so that my dear readers may see beyond a specific feeling, to feel it. The moods vary form sli...
