Bullets Flying

Bullets flying

from words

being said

Anger is

my patience

Telling me all

the wrong I


I’m ok with…….

In the end will I be able to let go

Bullets flying over head

From the words

Will we still be……..

After all……

In the end will we be able to let go

Will we still……

Letting go is never easy

It’s that part of life that is a lesson

A lesson on how to use…….

Words pearce

from stray bullets causing me pain

Still life,

this pain reaches to the bone

Will I be able……

Will anger take my patience

See there is always going

to be bullets flying

But to how much there must be

Will always,

do I let go

Or should I fight to the bitter end


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