Hello friends,
I am sad.
Perhaps, i need a hug.
Or is it a gun i need?
Hello friends,
I see darkness over here.
I like it, i can't see nothing.
So i can't take that gun.
But you'd still be here right?
You'd still hand me the gun?
Of course you will,
After all, you are my friend.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryYour life is a line, And you put those line In the form of words. And you express your life, With the line you wrote Written by a sinful hand But an innocent eye. Thoughts of a butterfly, Written with the language Of the lion Poems are mine except...
