Barista
Saw me crying that night
Nothing to say
I am not the first perhaps
A guy in the bus
My screams on the phone
Nothing to say
I am not the first perhaps
How many have lived and died
With their agony normalized
Nothing to say
They aren't the first perhaps
You didn't repeat that agony
I was saved with whatever you had
Nothing to say
I am not the first you saved,
perhaps.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 14th, 2024 07:16
- Category: Love
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Comments2
It's deep...I'm not the one who was saved and killed by him... perhaps 💜💜💜.
Thanks for reading....😊
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