stages
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The time when young brains are so impressionable
Scribbling colors, Tracing letters, making friends
The world seemed so big for our tiny hands
The stages of rain are neverending
But it seems that this rain is heavy
Mixed with hail and God's guilty tears
Maybe he see the bad we've done
What he has caused us to do
And wants to wash it away
You cried
You cried for maybe
20 minutes?
15?
Then you pleaded
You tried to at least
But why?
What's the point?
Then you screamed
Screamed at the world
On the day my sibling chose the rope
A woman came to the door
After dad cut him down
I listened to his chest
There was no beat
One
My heart skips a beat
He's beautiful. Perfect. Positively sweet.
I only wish that we might meet.
But perhaps I wouldn't be able to take the heat.
Not if my heart keeps beating so quick.
