Gunshots,
blood splatters on white walls.
Smiles and laughter
merely a memory.
Lives become cold cases,
unsolved mysteries.
If God sees all,
a heart that loves
unconditionally,
is broken,
over and over.
March 21, 2008 at 2:08 am (Beliefs, Christianity, Poetry, thoughts)
Tags: God, murder, pain
Gunshots,
blood splatters on white walls.
Smiles and laughter
merely a memory.
Lives become cold cases,
unsolved mysteries.
If God sees all,
a heart that loves
unconditionally,
is broken,
over and over.