you were always the victim
being thrown under the bus
and she was the driver
so blind and so lost
but it was only then
that she saw the red taint
of your blood on the road
once she escaped
out of that bus
both feet on the ground
where thick, foggy windows
no longer surround
your sickening trick.
𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭.
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PoetryA series of enticing poems in no particular order, written totally unprofessionally, sporadically and unassisted. Revealing raw and bittersweet truths to you all. Until I see you again- #1 in powerfulwords - 28/06/22 #1 in thought-provoking - 29/06...