Friday, January 17, 2025

Leaning on this cold steel, she deserved it 

Who is this tearing on the train after talking about imposters 

She is and she knows it doesn’t leave after all this time it really hasn’t 

But it would had been a comfort to hear it from you on what you had to say 

Either she will laugh or roll her eyes it just isn’t the same if it’s not you 

Putting out fires as she held her breath to fight it while taking in the smokes 

Knowing the end of it would be a reward that made it worth going 

But she wasn’t prepared for company not now not this time 

All she wanted; was you. 


The steps the walk was longer 

Maybe stumbling is not walking 

It is just not the same 

Putting a foot in front of the other was heavier 

Unable to go faster without falling off the edge

So yesterday was an indemnity  

Not knowing you needed saving 

Honesty became a scarcity

How could she save when she needed saving 

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