Coming Home

Tue, 09/27/2016 - 23:00 -- kammack

I love my hometown, but she doesn't love me back. 

Now my bed is in a city I don't want it at. 

If I don't make it home, please tell me where to go.

I know we haven't seen each other, but don't let me go.

The distance between us has you acting distant.

Just because you can't see me means that I'm nonexistent.

Talk to me so I can clear my mind.

I know I have a problem when I call you all the time.

I have to be there with you. 

This empty room is not my kind of view.

I'm waiting to go back to where we began.

I'm coming home so we can start again. 

This chance is all I need.

Looking forward to this is the only thing that helps me sleep. 

I'm looking forward to laying on your skin.

I'm coming home soon so open up and let me in. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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