story of two : come home.

Maybe we screwed up again
must have been something you said
or my words that stung as acid rain
leaving our eyes empty and dead

our heads hanging in air
meters away we moved
bodies brought to places unknown
places we've known of
but this is not home

tears drowning us cold
words choking us, foretold
this is not where we belong
so honey why not you just turn around
and maybe walk back home

to me

for us.

-riri-