Why didn’t you hold my hand today
You barely looked me in the eyes
When I go to ask, you say,
“Nothing is wrong”, your lies
In my putrid gut
From love to friend
You wait for
the day’s
end
About the Creator
Rick Pension
Writing has been a passion of mine since before I was 8 years old. I’ve evolved my stories in various ways since, and I only want to write for people to enjoy my stories. I don’t like to typically stay within a specific genre.
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