HOMECOMING
By the window of the bus
All colours blended in with the air
And my hair
Swayed along with my thoughts
That drifted back and forth
In between an urge to see you
And to never see you
Again
Because all I get are
Memories of us that were long ago
Drained in vain.
But whatever it takes,
Even a thousand mistakes,
Or if I had to cross lakes,
Filled with snakes,
For you, I can raise higher the stakes.
Because in the end, I'll stay awake,
In your lap, mom,
entwined with the familiar scent
Of your sweet cupcakes.
So catch me whenever I'm low
Hold me and make everything slow,
The world is bad mamma
When you are miles away, you know.
Every little blow
Makes me want to never let go
And crawl back in your arms
With tears ready to flow.
Coming home to you
Is the only thing I wish.
Coming home to you
Is like too many cherries in a small dish.
Coming home to you
Is my eternal bliss.
So mother,
I'm coming.
Homecoming.
[A/N: written for all those ill fated like me, who have to spend some days without their mothers by their side all along. Mothers are special man. Call her , text her , do anything but tell her that you miss her ....
Also , updates gonna be slower now, college sucks and thank you for 1.75K reads !!!!!!
Ps iheart_lou thanks man for helping me write this :))) ]
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A Loner's Ballad
Poetry❝ It's worthless, reeling over broken expectations and harsh realities. ❞ Highest ranking: 1 in #poetries, #ballad and #shortpoetries. @manasvitaa__ all rights reserved.
