Don't Disturb
Let me go, let me be Let me love and let me sleep Be my guest if you dear And be the first I despair When I was into you you dusted me off your shelf nothing more nothing less all I was 'John the Bug.' with no heart with no love took me as "one of them" now I find my resting place in this room, left for me now the one you taught he was made you eat his pot of lies now you see the best in me now you want my open arms. Be the last to say my name may my eyes not see your face let me breathe, let me be one that you wished for me one day I'll find my heart resting in her loving arms
Allwell
Founder, poet, and curator of Allwell Writes.
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