Come Back Home

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On some days
I wake with an overwhelming sadness
I miss you and it hurts
Today
I woke up thinking about you
Missing you
It's been long enough
To get used to your absence
But daily it gets harder

I know you can hear this
My heart speaks to yours
Across oceans and seas
You are mine
I am yours
Distance a temporary nuisance
Like a stubborn fly perched on a meal
Although it tarries a while
It must move away
Soon forgotten

Come back home
When your sojourn ends
Come back home
Where you like it best
Come back home
While I'm still waiting

I stand guard
like a sentinel
Turning everyone away
My heart wants another
There's no room for you
But soon I'll tire
And give it all away
Embrace another

While I'm still waiting
Come back home



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Comments

Ukpono Emmanuel said…
Oh my... Yhu just speaked to my soul. Lol! I loveeet... Keep them coming please!
23 October 2019 at 10:34
Grace Ekong said…
@Ukpono Emmanuel Thanksss.
There'll definitely be more. Please keep reading and also share to your friends too.
Thanks again.
23 October 2019 at 14:02
Unknown said…
This is lovely.
23 October 2019 at 14:06
Anonymous said…
Raw emotions spilling out. Great read!
23 October 2019 at 14:26
Grace Ekong said…
@Unknown Thanks for reading!
23 October 2019 at 17:41
Grace Ekong said…
@Anonymous we dish only the best here! Thanks for your kind words.
23 October 2019 at 17:43
Anonymous said…
But soon I will tire
And give it all away
Embrace another❤️

Because I cannot come and kee myself ��
5 November 2019 at 10:47
Grace Ekong said…
@Anonymous you're very correct 😂🤣
6 November 2019 at 09:00
Unknown said…
Nice one Gracieeee
13 February 2020 at 15:58
Unknown said…
Ah! I can imagine how intoxicating teenage love can be but am happy she's not as naive as she sounded at the beginning.
Fantastic! But realistic.
12 June 2021 at 18:43
Grace Ekong said…
@unknown
Thanks Thanks 😁
29 June 2021 at 15:28

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