Wednesday, October 30, 2019

Poetry #135

I came
to save
you but
you didn't
want to
be saved.

You wanted
to live
life to
the fullest.

So here
you are,
wearing a
necklace made
of rope
on top
of the
world with
a chair.

I wanted
to save
you but
I couldn't.

When I
came to,

you've already
saved yourself.

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