Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Walk me home.








I wonder how you're doing under the rain,
I'm sure you miss home.
I call out yr name, hoping you'd respond.
You're the first thing that comes across my mind when I come home.
I wish I could hold you tight.
I think about it over and over again.
I still cannot believe what you did.
How I wish I never made that stupid mistake.
I'm sorry, but you'll never know.
As much as I want to look for you,
I don't know where to find.
I believe you want to come home to me,
you just don't know how.
How I wish miracles do happen.
How I dream of seeing you on my coach one day when I come home.
I was just looking for a new home for you the day before you're gone.
I had so much of plans for our future.
I thought we'll be happy together for another 10 years or so.
Come home. Please...
I don't want anything other than you.
I love you.
Please.
My dearest Amos.




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