Dent Moses

No my friend, I can’t leave you
I need you.
You depend
Night roads
Tight ropes
But, nose runs
Aren’t blood.

True they stayed, in the back room
When you left.
They felt bad
Harsh dreams
Feel things
But, you kept
Your mouth shut.

You depend
You’ve messed up again
Can’t run away
Or pretend
When you should’ve left then


  • Author: Dent Moses (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 12th, 2018 06:45
  • Category: Unclassified
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