These Bags

By , Richmond, VA
These bags

are filled with your guilt

staring at your past



these eyes

are filled with blood

staring at your strifes.



these tears

fall with your courage

what were really fighting for?



anddo you ever stop to wonder that it's possible that you were hurting worst than me?



This bed

holds truths to be self evident

that you never saw me as equal



This rainbow

holds knifes in the stops of their never ending shemes



This casket

holds my hand through the pushed smiles I give you.



and do you ever stop to wonder that it's possible that you were hurting worst than me?





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