"Idiocies War"

armed with guns filled with black bullets
their hearts are shielded by
3 buttons of responsibility
and zipped

Ruined by the Gun

Fun in the sun
until somebody whips out a gun.
Shots fired
and everybody's on the run.

My cousin gets

Teens under attack

Back in the days
when we were school teens
girls fought, no police was called
making them criminals

Fist fight,

I did

I made you promises

I swore them true

I slipped, I failed and

I hurt you

I can't say sorry

I can't ask you to

Two decades
and in your eyes
not one day has passed
sparkle brown
dancing with
tension
never to meet my own
hazel
and similarly
whirling