Please don't steal this poem, it is (c) by me...as of....NOW! I wrote it...so yeah, I was feeling depressed at the time and I was at my dad's house...so yeah, here it goes...
The sound of a gun shot fills my ears,
I watch you fall down to the floor,
I run to you,
But it is too late.
I sing the lullaby to you,
The same lullaby you sang to me at night before bed,
The same lullaby would I never forget,
The same lullaby would I sing to my children,
But as a bullet erupts from my chest,
And I fall limply onto you,
I know they will sing the lullaby,
To our graves whenever they visit,
And those whom did not die,
Shall always remember the lullaby,
That PaPa and Daughter sang so well together.
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The Lies She Wrote
Lost within the deep confines of her mind, the girl wrote about her life as best she could. Despite the fact that over half of what she wrote was a total and complete lie. [no, that doesn't apply to me...]
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