open heart

I race home to see you all I find is my own shadow up against the sorrow walls we once called a home open floor plans are like bleeding hearts hoping to find some one too sew them together all I see is the words written on the wall as Vivid as a picture you stara at when you long for the one you love so you seat and cry hoping no one can hear you hoping for the day shall return false hope is all around you and you keep faith knowing that the words are as clear as day FUCK YOU