The thought of you
Two breathes, or just a few
Molding and growing old with you
Going out in the town having a drink or two
Staying in and binge watching an episode or two
Minding my own business and still thinking of you
No where near, miles apart, in a country anew
I know no one but know that I will someday come home to you
Separated, at work running the whole scene
Can’t concentrate, you disorganizing the whole thing
Knowing before I come home you will be waiting for me, in between the sheets separated from me, in a different home far away, it will always be
My home is you, my sin still close to the heart.
But never with me.
About the Creator
Angel Sparks
To me, words will always go with actions, they are beautiful, dicey and all together fun. Actions complete those words, especially when conveying a deep message, I hope to do just that.
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