Master, Come Home.
Let me resurrect you even though I don’t deserve you.
This is about all the times I’ve woken up happy to have seen you.
We were together in my dreams again.
I know you’re just the ghost of my deceased when I’m awake.
But in those night time mares you made me feel like I could be loved.
We would fly through the sky.
And I could hear you bitch and scream at me.
For being the reason why you’re no longer here.
You treated me like the way a lover would.
When you rode your bike and got me to push you off.
When you chased me down the road after getting back on your feet.
Then you picked me up and propped me over your shoulders.
Man’s, I feel in love.
Master, come home.
“I can’t wait for you to come home” is the lyric Sean Bolton sang.
And even if you do I’ll make no excuse and run off with residue.
On my hands that can never hold yours.
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Keanna Barry
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