The gash on his arm was split
What could we do
The alley was covered
and it was the closest thing to his bed
So we laid him there
"Your soul is freezing..." he said
"Take your time" he said
We stood there
And waited
The stars were screaming, though and we could all hear it
"Your heart is finally gleaming"
and he was gone
the screams went on until the crack of dawn
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Sometimes Doing Nothing is Okay
PoetrySometimes you just don't want to do anything. What is so wrong with that? Only sometimes, Only sometimes. *Cover photo made by the always fabulous @rebelofeden THANK YOU IT LOOKS OGMASDG*
