You could try,
You could spend your whole life,
every waking moment,
trying to help,
to protect,
to safeguard those you love,
but life's a bullet,
with one name on it,
so all your effort,
all the hard work,
every minute of your life,
would be wasted,
if you aren't in death's crosshairs,
if your name isn't on that bullet,
then it won't be your time,
but it will be theirs.
and there's nothing you can do about it.
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Blissful Incompetence
PoetryThis will be my poem dump. All my crappy poems and shitty thoughts all compressed into one place. Aren't you just so lucky to read them? For real though, most of this will be personal-esque poems and writings and most will probably be going over so...
