You whisk on by
leaving behind
me to rewind.
You're no one.
You exist
as a pacifist.
But instead of not fighting
you continue slighting
those in need,
you mislead.
I freeze in my car
is that reprieve from afar
but no
my limbs go numb
my ears go thrumb
you leave me to die
you are no friend of mine.
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 5:08 PM UTC
You whisk on by
leaving behind
me to rewind.
You're no one.
You exist
as a pacifist.
But instead of not fighting
you continue slighting
those in need,
you mislead.
I freeze in my car
is that reprieve from afar
but no
my limbs go numb
my ears go thrumb
you leave me to die
you are no friend of mine.
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