I was born with a gun in my hand
and a bullet in my heart.
When I opened m eyes my entire world.
Had fallen apart,
But even I knew it was just the start.
It was the start of a new age,
Full of gun violence and rage.
Full of sadness and pain,
And nothing but a dark sky full of rain.
A small birthmark right on the heart
torn apart by a bullet never to restart.
A little girl never seeing her dad just because,
someone decided to go mad.
When I was born with a gun in my hand,
and a bullet in my heart.
When I had opened my eyes I knew my entire world
had fallen apart.
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Poems She Wrote
RandomThis is a book of poems and quotes some written by your truly others no so much. These are not exactly happy poems so if you don't like that then bye. Just kidding, anyway hope you enjoy this better than my other writings which are crap. P.S. the on...
