Poetry

Come Home to Me

Come Home to Me

When I wake up, I don't see you by my side
When I go to bed, I don't feel you touching me
I lie awake at night and cry thinking about the times we've had
I pray to god that he will bring you home to me soon, and safely
I sit by the phone waiting for your call, but nothing
I love you so much it hurts because I can't feel your warm touch, soft lips, and hear your voice.
I wonder why we have to live in a cruel world
A world with war, and not peace
A world with hate, and not love
I wonder when will this war will be over with, so maybe just maybe you'll be able to come home to me

Jacey Cripps

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