Loud winds of distasteful words and tainted dreams
Can the heart shatter anymore?
Empty feelings, imaginary beliefs
Breath of weary air, hasty wishes you were here
Touch of heated skin, thoughts of unbiased laughter
Now lingers in spaces it shouldn't fill.
All of mine, heartache; more bittersweet than aged wine
Your name, your scent, I die inside a sweeter death;
My heart, strings that hold it together, grow weak;
Gusts of your voice pushes me to deeper darkness,
Oh how I wish the pain would collide,
To the sweeps of our lips I hunger.
Keep me whole my sanity deprived,
To the seconds I could hold you;
My stomach now in terrible knots
My knees wither, my strength childlike,
To the many times you held my hand
My eyes now submerged
My heart, beating, fading; how time has grown impatient
My voice; twisted into whispers....
Come home.
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