this is home
Not like this
going down a spiral slide
nothing in reach
to stop my ride.
Seeming to wander with no guide
and all that I see
is her loveliness,
back turned and
walking away from me.
I create a place to reside
for she and I then slowly
piece by piece take away
that which is good.
There is no trust
really no hope at all
only the next day
having another long night
and going my own way.
Her face dissappointed
and seeing through me
are her eyes deep with no
intention of knowing why
drowning life the behavior i try.
Tired of having only to throw it away.
Sick of waking to the same cold
lonely ways.
Excuses,
All I hear falling from my mouth
Pathetic,
All I see in my faced expression
In control,
of making change for good
and finding not the desire to do so.
So, as her back turned
away from me she walks
after empty resultless talks
still nourishing the ideal of a hope
that would bring new life
a future without strife
but left alone to my own devices
certain to remain
cold empty lonely
this is home...
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