Marissa M

The angels

 

Call you

 

Love,

 

And I still

 

Call you

 

Mine.

 

Reaching out

 

Across

 

The bed

 

It's you

 

I hope

 

To find.

 

And every night

 

Here after,

 

When I

 

Reach out

 

For you,

 

You're never

 

By my side.

 

The bullet catches

 

The wind

 

The way

 

You

 

Caught

 

My eye,

 

And I know,

 

I know

 

Inside:

 

I

 

Am not

 

Alright  ̶

 

And I'll

 

Never

 

Be Fine.