A Letter Home
i search for the remnants of the place i rest my head
under a roof and four walls confine a queen sized bed
a flannel cocoon where your words linger like ghosts
stuck to the walls and lurking in my head
do you recall the nights the roses illuminated
to you I shed my light and our fears evaded
vines intertwined
cries of reverence serenaded
i'm a lonesome vessel of adoration
a subject of your guised predation
you came to me for escape
And to quench your infatuation
all to do now is carry on
can't bring you back with a magic wand
i'm searching for a place to rest my head
because you were my home and now you're gone
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