When we were young
It didn't matter what we did.
We were to young too know,
What we do,
It affects others.
Young and dumb,
We erase each other's lives.When we grew,
It didn't matter.
We could throw,
Throw away someone's life,
Without even batting an eye.
It's just society.
People die daily, inside or out.When we were older,
We began to lament
All of which we did,
Hoping to fix the tears
We put in each others souls,
But reanimation is fiction,
They remain dead.When we learned,
There was no going back.
Take the sins you've laid.
Down to the grave.
Maybe then, only then,
Will both you and them,
Be born again.
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A Young Poet's Thoughts Upon Life
PoetryRandom Poetry (if you can call it that) I will just randomly write.