Death? ... No just a breather..


I see 

I see

you see

for you to be

me

is not

 

to be

 

hesitantly 

I  read

the

words

carelessly

making myself

 

free

 

let it out

don’t

let

it be

walk away

with a sway

 

happily

 

You

Got

on to the bus

the bus with me

you felt

the moment

 

and

left

it

by the tree

sorry….

I  say

 

Please help me

Mend my knee

 

 

The End

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