My Rifle

Paul Bell

So cold, the rifle hard to hold

Death, always keeps you waiting

For now, I pen a verse

Love and hope, so strange

In the waiting game

I’ll kill you if I can

That’s the plan

Love and hope

It’s written in the stars

Reminds you who you are

But for now, it wasn’t to be

We move back

My rifle and me

Love and hope

It’s the least we can be.

Comments +

sorenbarrett July 11th, 2026 06:29
The rifle the modern cupid bow. A good write my friend nicely worded

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