maybe one day i'll find my other shoe.
instead of waiting for it to drop.
one that listens when I say stop.
because
it's cold-
it's hard-
it hurts my sole.
can't tell-
can't trust-
can't turn to fall.
when summer
goes
and we're too
cold
brittle like leaves
as you leave me
on the floor
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Author:
miLITAtion (
Offline) - Published: June 15th, 2024 01:05
- Category: Friendship
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