The Bullet
The BulletAs we sat, nobody cared
Not even us, the ones that were there
Where have we been, what's out there?
Pleas tell me friend, I feel despair
What's the words to the world we share?
There's a bullet in the air
Going through the flesh I bear
Running deep into my hide
Like something going through my heart…
I cried
1/23/1983 January 8, 2007 @ 12:57 pm | Category: Writing