it happens to most of us,
some times, other times,
seem good, almost boring.
it knocks us sideways,
even assunder. i asked you
to carry me.
yet, you left me outside
in the rain. it has been
like this for days. wet.
most of us get over it.
use an umbrella.
sbm.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 2:04 AM UTC
it happens to most of us,
some times, other times,
seem good, almost boring.
it knocks us sideways,
even assunder. i asked you
to carry me.
yet, you left me outside
in the rain. it has been
like this for days. wet.
most of us get over it.
use an umbrella.
sbm.
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