Sunday, August 7, 2011

Returning home

The rain fell upon my head
As I walked to up to my door
Already drunk and ready for bed
I opened the door and fell upon the floor

I stumbled into my room
And stared into the mirror
I asked what I could do
To catch my falling tear

I strummed a sad, sad song
Through the dust on my guitar
I tipped more vodka past my tongue
And felt my tears begin to fall

With the bottle in my hand
And numbness setting in
I pushed myself to stand
And be my own best friend

A warmth grew from inside my heart
And I knew I was never alone
You were there with me from the start
Guiding me back to my home

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