i wanna come home
i wanna come home
i wanna come home…… i wanna come home……
i wanna forget how cold it's been all these days without you
and find arms more familiar than my own
i wanna create more reasons to not pretend anymore
and contend i don't actually need you
cause everything inside says
i've more recipes to feed you
more
stories to speak true
and i can't help but bleed through
this heart that beats new
when i'm comin' home
to you
i wanna come home
i wanna tell you too many times
ain't nothin more beautiful
in life
than to know & view the strength of your kindness
to witness forgiveness more apparent than litmus
the ITness
of you
never surrendering
to being anything
but you
that i put such faith in two/people loving graciously
voraciously and audaciously
before i ever
precociously, as a child
set out
in search of you
and the weaker heart has always been my own!
failing more often in the face of opposition
& distracting attraction
the contraction of conviction
that has too long played my best friend
providing less answers to my
question
of "Top Ten
Reasons Why I'm Not With You Now?"
and i realize
continental drift can't be my scapegoat anymore
and what separates us
has little
or nothing to do with proximity
as it has to do
with the constant shifting of perspectives
the directives i receive
from fear
and it corrupts me
absolutely
and the time it takes for your words to travel
and heal me
leaves me too wounded and weak to feel free
in a country
who boasts we should be
yet only slightly
loosens the noose on oak trees
when our pockets are filled with rocks
when we spend more time
downloading images
of pussies & cocks
cause i swear
we punch in
and punch out
like slaves to clocks
and all i wanna do is come home
and apologize for not being there sooner
cause the only freedom i want to fight for
is for the right to say
"i love you"
for the rest of my life
and if the presence of your hand
is contingent upon a plane ticket
and a willingness to believe
then i guess i know now
what i have to do