Carrying

He carried me close like a submachine gun
protected me, respected me
and glorified me like the sun
I was the one
The one who could save him
from what he had become.
He was somebody worth saving,
ignorant and young.
He just didn’t understand how to love someone.
He held me close,
afraid I would run.

© By PollutedPoet

My So Called Life

if I decide to live
I must do it right
I have got to stop screwing up
my so called life

I’ve got to create goals
and make a change for the better
instead of living life
like it’s already over

Carina Fosse

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