When you got home in the early morning hours
You said that you were with someone
I was not mad
When you told me how you met them
You had the night of your life
I was not mad
When you told me that you tried to leave their room
You were begged not to go
I was not mad
When you told me you felt so connected to them
You were their everything
I was not mad
When you told me how you placed your hands on their chest
You told me of the breaths you shared
I was not mad
When you fell into my arms, cried and told me
You had barely saved their life
I was so proud
-For all who have sacrificed for the well being of the unknowns-
-Brian Patrick O'Connor SR.- 2016
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 5:19 AM UTC
When you got home in the early morning hours
You said that you were with someone
I was not mad
When you told me how you met them
You had the night of your life
I was not mad
When you told me that you tried to leave their room
You were begged not to go
I was not mad
When you told me you felt so connected to them
You were their everything
I was not mad
When you told me how you placed your hands on their chest
You told me of the breaths you shared
I was not mad
When you fell into my arms, cried and told me
You had barely saved their life
I was so proud
-For all who have sacrificed for the well being of the unknowns-
-Brian Patrick O'Connor SR.- 2016
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