POETRY
A gun falling through
The clouds where we
sleep this kiss
Wish I was bulletproof
But I feel fake
A touch leaves me senseless
blind falling like green off trees
this blinding kiss
Whis I was bulletproff
You are the trigger
A heart surronded by pavement
Does it make me strong?
Lost in a single breath
I wish I was bulletproof
Why do we burn for this? … Life.
We fade … and tick tock tock … Clock ticks on.
Like this kiss we call life…