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Waiting For You To Come Home

October 11, 2014
By L.N.1996 BRONZE, Bellevue, Washington
L.N.1996 BRONZE, Bellevue, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
My brain is a wild jungle full of scary gibberish. I'm writing a letter, I can't write a letter, why can't I write a letter? I'm wearing a green dress, I wish I was wearing my blue dress, my blue dress is at the cleaners. The Germans wore gray, you wore blue, 'Casablanca' is such a good movie. Casablanca, the White House, Bush. Why don't I drive a hybrid car? I should really drive a hybrid car. I should really take my bicycle to work. Bicycle, unicycle, unitard. Hockey puck, rattlesnake, monkey, monkey, underpants!


As I sit here tonight in this dark quite room soft vacant thoughts of  her creep in,
like smoke—gone just as quick as they came in
I count the drops of rain as they hit the window sill,
wondering how many until you get back here
Waiting for the sound of the door opening,
Sweet surrender into you arms

Waiting here my mind drifts to what I have and what I lack,
who I am and whom I wish I were
The dreams of her and I fade away,
they become nothing more than a memory on the periphery of my mind.
Taken, Lost.

How many heart beats till your home?
How much pain will there be waiting for the ring of my phone
My mind forgets to remind me what my reality means
So Bleak.

Is it me or have I been beat,
I feel so insignificant so incomplete
Without the dreams of what could be,
the possibilities that no longer exist for me

Hope in a living thing,
ever-changing hills and valleys
There one day and gone the next,
sometimes there is no other choice than just to stand tall and hope that it catches you in its warm embrace

So I sit and wait stoping myself from the circle of fear and worry,
you say there is no point in worry it doesn’t change a thing
I don’t think you know how much your love keeps me whole,
but it doesn’t matter as long as your sure that you are the only cure
Not for the pain or the defeat,
but for the knowledge that I’m never truly down when I know that your going to be around

So don’t ever wonder if you are enough,
thats like asking if it rains water or the wind blows
So don’t ever doubt that my tears are mine,
and that I wait for the sound of the door to tell me you back
Because I love you to the moon and back


The author's comments:

I have been chronicly ill for some time now and this was my way of letting some of the feeling that come along with that out. I had a Hip Replacment about a year ago, and writing is the only thing that kept me feeling like I was still me. 


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