the R word: part 2


I’ll let angels decide,
how long this lasts.
My easygoing nature letting time take its course.

But you’re sprinting ahead of me,
like you’re Husain Bolt and I’ve just learned to run.
The R word is brought up.

i’m sorry.
I deal my final card.
My guardian Angel says, it’s not the right time.

  • Author: Niall (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 1st, 2019 17:30
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 12

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