She is Home to Me
She is from home, the home I left, but I left it to pay the game.
But now back home, the home I left, I found her seeking me,
I let her find me, and find me willing, willing to find me seeking.
I saw her face, her face I saw, I saw her looking at me,
A smile and grin, I saw her again, and she was still looking at me.
I took a chance, and the chance did I take, to seal a kiss from her,
I kissed her lips, her lips were kissed, our lips are still together.
She has her doubts, I know what about, about what she has her doubts,
I know she sees, what she's seen before, before she seen me, no doubt.
What wasn't working, I was working on, I was working on changing a lot.
Spread too thin, wasn't a win, I went home for a girl I forgot.
To school and then, in trouble again, we followed a similar path,
But paths that didn't, didn't cross our paths, we hadn't seen in passing.
So after many, many of years, you called me to come back home,
So if back to you is what you meant, I'll gladly come back home.
Poetry by Bonehead83
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Written on 2022-12-07 at 23:57
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Home
She feels like home, the home I wish, I hope she feels the same,She is from home, the home I left, but I left it to pay the game.
But now back home, the home I left, I found her seeking me,
I let her find me, and find me willing, willing to find me seeking.
I saw her face, her face I saw, I saw her looking at me,
A smile and grin, I saw her again, and she was still looking at me.
I took a chance, and the chance did I take, to seal a kiss from her,
I kissed her lips, her lips were kissed, our lips are still together.
She has her doubts, I know what about, about what she has her doubts,
I know she sees, what she's seen before, before she seen me, no doubt.
What wasn't working, I was working on, I was working on changing a lot.
Spread too thin, wasn't a win, I went home for a girl I forgot.
To school and then, in trouble again, we followed a similar path,
But paths that didn't, didn't cross our paths, we hadn't seen in passing.
So after many, many of years, you called me to come back home,
So if back to you is what you meant, I'll gladly come back home.
Poetry by Bonehead83
Read 127 times
Written on 2022-12-07 at 23:57
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