Poems and stuff

21

fled the scene at 21

and still did not know anyone

but little did the woman know 

that her life was always dedicated to snow

the brown boy with the parted hair

did not agree that love was fair

and 21 was the magic number

of grams that led his heart to slumber

poison pills and toxic gas

21 thousand people covered with masks

thirteen seconds to flaunt the rebellion

and then the battle killed half a million

the girl too anxious that it hardly showed

the date 21 was too daunting to go

and now that the final words have been said

her heart was the thing that had wound up dead

21 was a killing number 

destroyed every subject that had been under

and now that you know how dangerous it could be

just wait till you know what emotions you'll see