Free
Me.
I just needa be free.
I’m stoned to death
And get no rest But I pray God heard my plea.
We.
We just need to be friends.
But I’m a mess
I just confess
And you are hurting me again.
Us.
I wish that I could trust.
But broken bones
Will take me Home
The day they’re ground to dust.
Copyright © Olivia Schwickerath | Year Posted 2022
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