So now that
we're free,
Now that
We're on land
It's like we dont know
How to
Walk
I see you
On the other side,
Unreachable
The burns are still healing,
But I watch you
And I
Smile
Because I loved
Our dance,
Even if
It wasn't
Real
YOU ARE READING
guns and bullets
PoetryThe pen was the gun. Her words, the bullets. A collection of poetry I wrote when life happened.
