We were having fun when you confessed
"I have a gun"
You're not the only one
Harboring skeletons with bullet holes
But I suppose we could run fast
Escape the memories of the past
And let the reaper take hold
While we were on the run
You smiled and pulled out a gun
But you're not the only one
With a steady aim and can fire
Girl I admire you're poise
But there will be no more of your noise
When the reaper takes hold
YOU ARE READING
Dream State
PoetryMy first collection of poetry I'll update regularly Feel free to compliment or critique They both help either way
