Real Guns and Tears

by reginadee2014

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Real Guns and Tears

Regina Puckett

Real guns and tears don’t mix

It’s like building a house out of sticks

The wind and rain howls through

Until there’s nothing left of you

Until time freezes and stands still

Until hope dies and we lose our will

Until every drop of blood bleeds out

Until we’re left with only guilt and doubt