The Innocence of My First Love Pre Incident 12

-You may have broken in. Your thought is within.

 I'm too afraid to let you know that I may be ready to go.

We have no idea if "we" can fly; sky high that is.

I want to make you feel like the world is yours Miss Gibson.

Where I can take away your grief and replace it with a sheet or two of poems.

Which have come from the pits of my heart where I believe life begins to start; and end

You are now holding a pen to my aorta so I can get my shit in order

to treat you the way you should do or you'll stab away my life line leaving me asking.


is it really mine?






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