the third carried warmth on his sleeve
always eager to see me, could you ever believe
the boy bled sorrow through his smile
wished i could stay and talk for a while
i watched him beam
i watched him break
but looking after him was hardly a mistake
although i won't be there until the end
at least i was there to be a friend
[that was the best route for me]
YOU ARE READING
dear world...
Poetryeverything i've ever wanted to say to the people i have the wonderful opportunity to share this earth with. thank you guys for existing.
