I wonder if I should be,
Someone I'm not.
I'm wondering would see,
When I got shot.
When would people know,
that something was wrong.
When would they show,
That they had knew prolong.
I wish I knew,
What I will say,
To you too,
I wish I could stay.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryMy second book of poems, love these poems a lot, I love all of my poems for that matter.
