Holes in heads.
Holes in hearts.
Holes in lungs.
I'm torn apart.
It's a wonder
I'm still around
with these casings
lying on the ground.
I think I'm
dying without a sound,
these bullet holes
stabbed through me.
But I have to smile,
because I am finally free.
//The good news–I'm getting better at rhyming. The bad news–I still don't love writing it.//
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Let Me Show You The Night
PoetryLet me show you the way the night shines in your eyes. Highest rankings- #34 as of 7/27/17 #39 as of 7/17/17 #54 as of 7/10/17 #56 as of 7/7/17 #63 as of 7/6/17 #67 as of 7/1/17 #89 as of 6/30/17 #98 as of 6/29/17 <<cover by @2bulletsandadream...
