|
New Page 1
Subscribe in a reader
| |

They thought they were in love
but it was just a fake.
They thought it felt so right,
now a child pays for their mistake.
Today hope is murdered
And he’s not even there.
Today an innocent will suffer
and she doesn’t even care.
Where is this love they speak of?
Could love have done all this?
Love is so much more than just
a feeling, touch, or kiss.
If not love,
where do we point the blame.
Hate or lust,
or just this dating game.
Who killed this baby,
I demand to know.
Who took away its chance
to learn and think and grow.
Silence answers
with a deafening cry.
It wasn’t me
a whispered lie.
In truth
perhaps we’re all to blame.
We looked the other way
not even feeling shame.
by Adam Scamihorn
Used by Permission

|