Tight
Hands clasped tight. Sqeezing.
Life slowly pours from the eyes that once lit my world.
And why? He betrayed me.
With a girl so pretty but not as fare as I.
One accident after another and now he is left to roam free in the skies with that girl
he called "Baby".
Copyright © Kallie Mason | Year Posted 2011
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