Monday, 2 December 2013

Coming home

My love is like a boomerang,
I've thrown it out a long time ago and I'm waiting for it to come back to me.
I can't sleep at night,
I'm missing an important part,
The better half of me.
But I'm tired,
So come back,
You've been on your adventures for too long,
I can't keep defending you while you're away.
You're not a child anymore,
No more birthday cake to celebrate getting old,
Soon I'll be old with nothing but my aching soul-

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