15 Seconds
Scarlet letters spell guilt
Tears have no place here
Destruction has taken it course
Post-it notes left with the final answer
“I’m done”
but it didn’t take a rocket scientist
it just took a heart to care
I assume that has been misplaced too
Treasure trunks locked
Filled with enough sorry’s to last a while
But when in abundant, they mean nothing
So save the 15 seconds you’re short
Of making me give a damn
*Original poem. Please don’t steal*
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