he didn't commit the crime we did we allowed him to take those lives to wore this gun
it doesn't leave my mind. it won't because it will happen again. again and again. we can't allow this to happen. our voice matters. *this is not a poem.
don’t be afraid of the space I created between us. For distances are easy to cover. Don’t be afraid of the pain coming. They will make you stronger. . You left.
No money Milk, bread, cinnamon, honey No money Coffee, book, restaurants No money Do you come with us? No money You’ll find him there Money Milk, bread, cinnamon, honey Five times no money
I apologize. just an experiment. just some thoughs
I'll catch you. Catch me? You tilt your face upwards To the blinding sun. What if I stay Friend Will you still wait, then? Arms wide open Will you wait then, will you? ‘till your hope Died?
Go on then. Find another girl, friend, lover. Go on and look for her behind the heavy clouds of your heart past the mist of your ignorance search her, the girl, you won't find.
There is no easy way to deal with it. It really isn’t. It catches you, hold you on spot and won’t let you run Well, there is no place to go, right? It follows you everywhere It is part of you