The first wrong turn I did was choose to talk.
We met by Metro,
Multiple stops we passed through.
Felt the car jolt during the ride,
Still had plenty to hide.
"You a last minute change of plans",
But we never let go of each other's hands.
What happened was a major collision,
It left me with a roaring decision;
Transfer trains or walk.
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The Welting Chess Board
Poetryjust a collection of quick thoughts with some long term emotions |(letter)| = certain people it's made out to btw read a bit and enjoy
