Tear and Share

jwhhobbs22
Jan 10, 2025
1 min read

Yeah, me to me

I share a call

Little buttons with sensors

Mimicking, vibrating

To feel good, where once

People may have held pens

No one will notice that

Reading

Very different

But I know you all

-If I could-

Feel taking a bite of sweet

To take away from the sour

Take a breath on a bad day

Make a little something out of it

Who smells the roses?

I think we all

Stop

In those breaking days

Some mornings

Very late nights

Just looking for what could help us up.

By J.W.H. Hobbs.

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