Come Home...
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He asks if She'd Return,
Her gentle Lips Part with Maybe,
I still have to decide, She offers,
It is not that Easy to be Free,
As the Door Shuts Behind Her,
The Soft Click returns Reality,
A Jarring Reminder Some Dreams,
May Never be More than Fantasy,
His Heart Slowly Crumbles,
As it Beats Heavy, Against His Chest,
He Sinks into his Chair,
He Sleeps, but is Unable to Rest,
His Guitar Rings Blue,
As This Silence, He tries to Bend,
He turns To these Pages,
And Bleeds Slowly thru His Pen,
Every Thought Drifts to Her,
Heaven's First Perfection,
Is it Providence To Befriend Angels,
Or Cruel Fate that Belies this Elation,
The Memory of her Smile Steadies Him,
The Light in her Eyes, Glowing Warm,
Engraving Hope, in His Faithless Heart,
That She Might One day, Come Home...
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