You Called,Death Answered
Today we meet alway's wondered what it would be like that shot was burning my
chest,I see the emergency crew trying to save that body ,they'll never be able to
close those holes the one in the chest maybe but that one in the heart that's the
size of a fist no bullet did that,that was done by woman, that heart was broken to
many times to repair it now,look at the bandages they used to keep it together
and even that couldn't fix what was broken,How do you fix a broken heart that
don't wanta be fixed,we'll there's another one going to the morgue guess they
finally got their wish.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
