Jhon Doe

His skin hot like the dry winds of summer

Each sweat drop of his rested on top of his lips

The time of his watch read spare me

As he navigated through the sea of bodies

Blond Boy paused to catch a breath

Whispering his heart while his hands search for something he will never have

He lost her

 

Not knowing about time and its patience

They lost each other

Only left with a broken heart to mend

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