The movies makes it look so innocent,
Fake bullet,
Fake blood,
Fake tears.
But now it is too real.
Real bullet,
Real blood,
Real tears.
Real people...
Real people that will never return home.
That will lie in a dark box,
Rain drops sliding over the surface.
Tears sliding over faces.
Angels kneeling next to their grave stones.
Parents watching the stars in the sky,
Pointing out the ones that shine the brightest.
"That's them. The ones that are the brightest."
Siblings sitting in the lost ones rooms,
Sleeping in their beds.
A nation wailing as one.
Flags half flown.
Silence's.
Waves of hurt.
Bodies disappear into the Earth.
Good night little babies.
R.I.P To all the children and adults that died in the Connecticut shooting yesterday morning.
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Just Some Thoughts <3
PoetryPoems about my life or stuff that is just on my mind c:
