We are human
And love is a misfire
A chemical disaster
There isn't just one bullet in a gun
But you only need one
To pierce a heart
We are wild creatures
Incapable of loving eternally
But more than willing to fall
More than once
Sometimes a second bullet is needed
To bring someone to their knees
We are soft,
Weak
But somehow we survive
Through so much
Humans aren't something mysterious
Humans are just that
Human
Don't blame us for what we became
After being hurt
By a world that compares
Love
To a
Gunfire
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PoesíaA mix of poetry, short stories and things that actually happened that I hope will make some people experience things that they normally would not. I want to make people see the world how I see it. Where colour is sound and a painting becomes life.
