don't listen to the whistling air of bullets,
come and hear my lullabies
don't look through the window,
where forest fires raged in the skies
hold your breath and hold tight, the sun is about to set
night will fall and the wolves will chase us now
angels are masked with the face of a devil
they shoot their guns and hit the innocent ones
blood are the tears they shed for justice
and it rains upon their proud and selfish faces,
let's not waste time but pray
that the daylight will seek it's way
come now, my love, sleep and dream of a paradise
we'll be flying somewhere safe and sound
rusty movements and anguish cries,
roaring thunders and shaking grounds
fall behind, hide in plain sight
the bad ones sneak for it's prey,
stumbling, falling into darkness
no words can express the pain that you're feeling
you watched as it takes you lower to the ground
and by the time they're gone, you'll cry
....asking yourself, why?
-c
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places
Poetry"Places", are different paths that take you. And that is short collection of poetry takes you to different stories and places, where love took you to wonderland, a raging war and a lullaby, one's insecurities in the mirror and a chance wasted from...
