Blow the whistle
A bullet is thrown at me
Invisible
I'm calling all the gods cause
I've never felt this way before
My love
I don't know
Who shoots the shots here
Who allowed me to fall so deep
My life purpose has been on pose
In this lifetime I chose to tie
My life to yours
Angel-
YOU ARE READING
For Rose Tinted Minds
Poetry''Sometimes we wear glasses the color of rose, Our minds begin to hide things it already knows. '' Kurt James These poems are for the ones who love too hard, who fall too deep, even when it burns.
