by Melissa Rachel
with this gun carried in my arms.
Into the sun, I dance
as my soul burns away.
Into the coldness of night, I disappear
when all I wanted
was to come home
to you.
But I had to be here.
I had to be here.
This is the battleground,
and I am the pawn.
This is my fight,
and it has to be won.
Then, maybe I can come home
to you.
Please, believe me.
I am coming home.
Wait for me
because I will be there.
Swimming in the sands of time,
I watch this world burn away.
History is writing the days ahead,
and fate has not left me notice yet.
The sun is high,
and the night is far
as I continue to walk
with this gun in my arms.
The sweetest of dreams
are the thoughts of you.
The love within
keeps me warm.
Hope of seeing you again
keeps me strong,
and I will be coming home
to you.
Someway, somehow, I will be home.
We will never be apart after that.
This world might fall,
but we will remain.
Our love, our world
will live again.
Please believe me.
I am coming home.
Wait for me
because I will be there.
~
Copyright © 2007 - Melissa Rachel
Published: 9/27/07 · Author's Page · Next Poem