A busy gun takes lives
Silent leaders do worse
Voice your pain or get blessed with a curse
Blood shed Schools
We elected fools
Wrong leaders to lead us
Pushing useless agenda’s
While feeding us propaganda
Halls covered red
thousands of innocent people killed
At the expense of gun reform laws
Watching news with dropped jaws
We sit in silence
while the voiceless die for peace
She popped pills
To catch thrills
Chasing dreams
While searching for something real
Addict is her identity
Chasing highs but end up catching lows
Empty was her heart
She fell in love With something that
tore her apart
Popping pills to feed her ego
This addiction she didnt want let go
Now to the grave she goes
Until the lion tells his own story
the hunter will always be the hero
No one will ever know
The lions point of view
But if you ever do
Pray you that you are not the hunter
Owls only talk at night
Fearing lights
But falling in love with the moon and the stars
They speak of the past as they feast on old scars
Black is beautiful
I mean just look at me and you
Love didn’t leave
Hurt just moved in
Got comfortable
evicted kindness
And all feelings
Left you numb
And Cold blooded
Sometimes what I have to write is more important than what I feel
And sometimes how I feel is more important than what I can write

So when those two meet
Poetry is birthed from my soul
Bleeding on paper are my emotions
Which I hope can take control
I have stood for all and I have fallen for all
Stuck in a dream with a heart full of feelings
If someone can make me feel what’s deep in
I promise to try to love again, if not I hope you can catch me while I am falling for these feelings
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