Come home,

Come home,

Come home

To a crying bleating heart

That hasn't been the same since you walked away.

And what I wouldn't do to hear you whisper

those words and melt the shards of your

demolition

into a pool of honey

Truth is I look for you in crowds

scared to see you,

hoping that I'll hear you

call my name.

So that maybe we can continue

what we started

but never ended.

You hit me like a tornado

Born of chaos

strangling coming cries from me

locked these eyes in sincerity

locked this winsome body in your arms

teased me with tantalizing possibilities

aborted futures I now weep for.