Used To Be A Home

I’m tired of my dreams
and their surreal realities
They taunt me with memories

Riping screams from me
and torturing me
I long to abandon them

They make me miss you all
those passed and yet to come
My dreams used to be a home

Love’s Call

Come with me,
My dearest love
My personal butterfly.
We’ve naught here but struggles
And I long for the sky.
Come with me,
My fine darling
My precious lollipop.
We’ve waited here too long now
And it’s time we learned to hop.
Come with me,
My sugar sweet
My truly, dearest friend.
We’ve tied our lives together
And it will be til the End.