I've never paid much attention to the sirens of police cars or ambulances, all I knew was something bad must have happened and I didn't need to think about it in fear of ruining my day but as I drive home,
The sirens ringing in my ears
And my heart beating out of rhythm
Somehow five minutes away
I know the sirens are for you.
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From The Attic (poetry)
PoetryFrom the attic is a book with thoughts and qoutes and countless poems I've stringed together with the scattered words in my mind. any
