Guns started flaring
With the dark glaring of people's eyes
The cold lies that have been told
The revolution has begun
Blood
Dripping from their teeth
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Showing the fallen heads
As the blood dried
And stained their lips.
YOU ARE READING
47 Hours Without You
PoetryNames kinda weird. It's literally the first thing that popped into my head so yeah. Another poetry book cause its the only thing i'm good at writing. Enjoy!! Also check out my entry for the #toalltheboyscontest : https://w.tt/2NGHDOq
