He sits there with his gun drawn,
crying, sad, he sighs...
I look from my corner to him,
as more dreams die...

His face is pale, he shivers,
and I know he's scared...
but still he plays with the trigger,
I can almost see the crosshairs...

He glares at me, I make him mad,
he waves the gun around,
"Why don't you fucking say something?"
he breaks the silence, he's so loud...

So many lost dreams, so far away,
I clasp my hands, and smile,
this is the final day.

He shakes his head, he's stubborn,
the gun points, and now clicks,
he smiles at me, like he's won,
as a countdown he now ticks.

He reaches zero, but nothing happens,
once again he is quite mad,
and as he spits and starts to mutter,
I sigh, it's so sad...

"Why don't you try to stop me?"
"Why don't you say something?"
"Why don't you fight for me?"

I lift my gaze from the floor,
to look him in the face,
I smile, his expression crazed,
he's gone forevermore...

I stand slowly, tug on my dress,
as his eyes follow me,
I turn to face him, with a smile,
and I say, quite softly...

My sweet dear, so lost and gone,
what do I have to say?
You're dead and gone, what to say?
All I can say is... so long.

His mask is shattered,
his wall crumbles,
as he breaks down and cries,
I walk out, and try not to stumble,
as I hear a gunshot go by...

There's red on my dress,
another dream,
shot to hell by life,
I sigh, what can I do?
I play with my knife.

okay that's down right sad, it almost made me cry, why did you write it, is it true, forever hold it in our hearts, is it true is it true...

ya i made a poem!

its really good

Excellent poem.

Very sad and meaningful. I loved it. Write some more!

Amazing poem. It's very sad but I guess that makes the poem more realistic than way. Keep up the great work!