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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.
ya i made a poem!
its really good
Very sad and meaningful. I loved it. Write some more!