You want me to go back home What is home? For you For me it’s where my heart is Not where my heart is buried under the ground of your monarchy You want me to go back home Not because you love me but because you feel alone Not because you want me there but because you hear the whispers Which tell you you shouldn’t have done all the things you had done You want me to go home where the walls echo how rotten you really are Was it home?
I had a wonderful morning today. I woke up early before the sunrise and I stepped outside into the cold air. Took myself for a little trip, far away from the crowd yet so close.
I waited there for the sun to wake up, greeted it with all the joy I could make from myself. The chill touched my cheeks. I was patient though, wanted to see it, feel the warmth I craved.
Then I went to town, still silent, coming to life, and I purchased a cup of tea to warm myself up. Sitting there, enjoying the morning and drinking tea I started to write.
OK. Now I’d like to explain something.
The book I wrote – ‘Ghosts’ – is the first of four volumes I plan to write and self-publish. So, I’d like to inform you that I’m currently collecting poems for a second volume that will be published some time soon. Wish me luck!
And of course, I want to THANK YOU ALL for purchasing my book! Please, leave a review if you like it. That would help me a lot.
Voices in my head I can hear them all the time whisper that I’m a bad man. Down on my knees I’m begging for mercy. Is that what you wanted? You don’t understand anything. I did it because I wanted to I wanted to be worthy of you. But you still don’t understand. I told you many times that I loved you. You thought it was a joke You thought it was a fad You thought it was a lie Do you believe me now? Will you let me love you be close to you even if you don’t want it. Please tell me that you’ve forgiven me that you need me that I deserve it.