If there was a bullet coming
For love you would take it
If you were losing breadth
For her sake you would make it
If there was tension
For her joy you would fake it
If there was a tight seal
For her freedom you would break it
For her, I know you would do it
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Behind The Sun
PoetryThe sunset must be felt, not seen. For we could have never known what could have been. 👑mèmamamé