Valve released
Flood level tears
Sand bag the breach
Won't be home for years
Harvest the speak
My vocabulary wears
The finest of speech
Prada colored snare
I threw the phone
Across the carpet
Waiting for your eyes
To come and spark me
I may very well be committed
To doing this alone
But I would much rather
Do this with you home
Zoned into the beauty
The body of this red
Bed calls me to linger
Longer than I should
Good is said to come
To those who wait
I anticipate your kiss
Like nothing else
I have ever longed for
No one compares
To the you for me
Sea to shining sea
We will always be
One
Sun ray to sun ray
I am forever yours.
Doors open sickly sweet
hearts beat
And the madness subsides
Tides race my footsteps
And I wonder
What will come first
The day you arrive home
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