Every Man For Himself
Peculiar,
I caught you weeping,
On the side of the street,
To console you,
Is that up to me to be done?
I’d think to you
I'm just another person on the road
But in a world so everchanging
When trust is always broken,
And hope, never given
I don’t think I’ll be making the mistake
Of turning back
And gazing your eyes
Again
Copyright © average person | Year Posted 2024
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