forlornly

do i only bring you madness?
you ask, why am i full of sadness?
i feel as though i do nothing right
as i try with all my might
to do good by you...

do i make you smile or weep
or do i only make it hard for you to sleep?
my heart aches as you scorn me
and i'm left feeling forlornly
when i do something wrong...

i work so hard to make you happy
but you tell me my work is crappy
you said i need to humble myself
how is that supposed to help
when you don't look at what I HAVE done for you...

instead, you take a list of where i failed
doing as my mother did before i bailed
i don't feel like trying anymore
when i'm left feeling not adored
instead, i feel like your boarder...

sometimes, you make me ask, "when is my lease up?"

Home

There once was this place I knew
I called it home.
It was filled with beautiful flowers.
There stood massive-sized towers
while the woods were filled with gnomes.

I was the princess of this land
with a scepter at my side.
I owned a fur coat of mink
In my favorite color: pink
As I stood tall with pride.

I went on daring adventures
All full of excitement.
I learned new words
And rode on big birds
With a fascinating feeling of enlightenment.

Then, one day,
I turned a year older.
Suddenly my world was gone.
I learned life must go on
And the fire within would smolder.

Today, I am not sure.
I do not know where home went.
It seems as though I hop from place to place
At an alarmingly fast pace
To find out where my home was sent.

I'm lost
And I feel broken
Unsure of what to do.
Then, I turn to you
And I say words I've never spoken:

"I love you."

Suddenly, I have found home again.
And I couldn't be more sure.
I'm glad I'm in your life
And I want to be your wife.
This is us, forevermore.