Over – A poem

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!