The Back of the Bus
When you find yourself alone, eventually, you will come to me and ask me, WHY.
I wish I had an answer for you.
Friday, October 21, 2011
In The Middle
He shoutes, She laughs, and I calm them down.
He looks, She closes her eyes, and I ask them to forgive.
He sings, She screams, and I can't listen anymore.
He fights, She makes fists, and I'm trying to keep you apart.
YOU TWO ARE THE SAME
and I'm the middle.
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