The bus was so hot, yet she fell asleep,
I couldn't, I wouldn't, what if it came back?
She brushes my arm, sensing my fear,
Smiles in her sleep and stops the tears,
In the tunnel I see him stare back at me,
9 days sober, you think your better then he?
She says I am, as I start to dream,
When I awake, she says, you see?
Your with me......
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Author:
Tayama (
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Comments1
I like these words & would very much like to see them liked more.......
Neville
Thank you sir. 🙂
my pleasure...
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