An angel who dodged the bullets so wide, Untouched by lightning strike.
The cold spark of life, Dribbling down ashen skin,
And now you've locked him in your lazer sight.
Saftey's off, Open fire on the heart within.
You cant move, Too smug in your sin .
He speaks with no words, yet screaming.
Whispered, Secrets hidden therein,
'Are you there,' Is he dreaming?
You didn't even see, the tires screaching,
He lunges in sight, chest erupting in splatters.
Blinding lights capture you, your feet leave the ground as he's reaching.
A faithful hand shoves you, like you were the only that mattered.
He knows he's going nowhere,
Even as his when you walk near.
And after all is settled, a friendhship you simply forswear,
The only thing left are the words you spear.
"I think that it would be best for both of us, if this ends...
If we weren't friends."
You walk away.
















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After twelve years of therapy my psychiatrist said something that brought tears to my eyes. He said, "No hablo ingles."
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