Family Feud Pt. 1
by S.W.
It seems like most wars start over little things
we pull out knives, pistols, and bats to attack our enemies
bonded by the power of hate and anger we clash to see the sight of blood
we dig our fingers into the easily soft skin
we bruise each other clawing away at eyes and faces
we blast shoot from a distance to show no fear nor to show mercy
some stab because the size of their fists are too weak to throw a punch
others hit away at the body with a bat because Watchin you beg and pled was wat they wanted
Me n him...
him and I....
we watched from the corner
clenching each others hands
crying each others tears
and in that moment we knew that our life...
our love...
our relationship...
was going to change forever