It's always okay,
it seems,
to put a gun to ones eye
Take aim - or even don't
As long as you let a bullet fly
A scream for that finally
New blood on your hands,
coating your smile
because a mothers lost child.
The thing is
a life shouldn't just hold worth
because someone gave birth
Each life its own
Each day there are new
And even somewhere
There is someone who understands
you
YOU ARE READING
Acts of Rain ||a collection of poetry|| #Wattys2016
Poetry((Look at how dramatic past me kinda made this description)) //older poems are kinda shit// Same old empty feelings. So I've tried writing poetry now.. Mostly more on the sad side, but I am not you, the reader, and pain and beauty are viewed diff...
