Just about noon somewhere in L.A. One boy's life will end today A gunshot is heard,the mother watches the bullet hit her sons head She rushes out to save him, but he's already dead The gunshot rings through the mother's mind The killer she'd do anything to find A week goes by, but it feels like a year. As she goes to the funeral of her dear.
Reason for writing:
just thought about writing a poem, so i did, i also wrote the poam beause the violence in the world was getting to me i wrote it when i was 12 now im 15, PLEASE comment my poem PLEASE PLEASE COMMENT, I LOVE COMMENTS
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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