when i die
dont stand at my grave
n cry like u do with ur mom.i m not ur mom.
im not gonna hurt u.
i think ur afraid of me n thats ok.
lots of ppl r even if i tell them they shouldnt b.
thats how ppl work.
if i said dont b afraid n pointed a gun to ur head
just like i do in ur dreams
do u think u would cry?do u think u would cry if u heard the gun blast
n nothing happened?do u think u would cry
if i laughed?
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𝘞 𝘏 𝘌 𝘕 𝘙 𝘈 𝘐 𝘕 𝘍 𝘈 𝘓 𝘓 𝘚
Poetryin which my mind plays tricks on me //poems (personal)