You never realized
How simple it was.
Everyone can shoot,
But not everyone can aim.
Darling, you shot so many times,
I lost count.
But not once did you
Hit your target.
And you still wonder how I'm alive?
No...
I should be honest.
I can't even hold a gun, darling.
The bile rises in my throat, and I ask myself
Why I can't kill like everyone else,
When it's so easy for them,
And so effortless.
YOU ARE READING
A Touch of Wonder
PoetryA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
