Meet Me Here Poem by Brett Roberts

I thought I knew
Walking down these roads filled with promise
I'm stretched so thin as times wears on

Day dreaming
A persistent knock at my door
I wish it was you

Yellow balloons carry me far
Hopelessly devoted to the journey
My path is up and down
And you’re nowhere to be found

Sick of writing these meaningless words
Dull, and out of taste
Colours start to disappear when your not here
Broken hearts are such a waste

Yes the sky is blue
And yes I still love you
But I’m bound from you,
like heaven and hell.

Read and listen
Nobodies really right
So don’t borther to fight
Don’t run scared
It’s the future you fear
For tonight were going to make it right
Give into your fears
Meet me here!