When I’m with you,
I get lost in the moment every time
You may not know it but
As we say goodbye I count the hours
Wishing for the time I can be with you again
Waiting for you to say you feel the same
Feels like forever.
I’m not a patient person and that Sunday…
Anywhere he goes, people step aside. Parting like an ocean giving way to the king. Except he’s not treated with kindness. Because he’s always covered in cut and bruises.
“They should put that delinquent to jail,” said one of the women to her friend.
“Yes, he give this neighborhood a bad name.”
Yes, just like that everyone judged him, they hate how he wore those signs of beating like a badge, annoyed that he still walks with…