My Cell Phone is Never Charged

A Poem by ohsograceful

He calls on me to stay the night

And when I rise with the sun

To face my god

All I can think of

Is that I will carry him with me

But without any piece of myself

Brought and left behind

Will he remember me?

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Added on August 3, 2020
Last Updated on August 3, 2020

listen, I'm just trying to make this work. more..

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