Salvation
You’re a friend sent to me,
Not enemy, neither are you foe to be;
A class cast as pretty,
It’s no mystery,
Liking you is not misery;
I’d rather have love be its truest,
Unconditional, no excuses;
I want rapport,
Not closing the door,
To leave you like where the caboose is;
Copyright © Honestly J.T. | Year Posted 2024
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