Heather's House
It was my first time
At Heather’s house
He grunts at her
I stand in the hallway
Out of his sight
Bombs and soldiers on TV
Is he always like that?
He’s at war every day
He doesn’t mean to hurt me
I take care of him and make sure he eats
Say the saddest brown eyes in the world
I run my fingers
Through her dusty hair
It was my first time
At Heather’s house
Copyright © Andrew Jacob Jung | Year Posted 2019
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