Tears with Bullets

Toopka

I have a gold gun loaded in my hand

Silver bullets lined in the chamber

Waiting to be shot from the barrel

Twards its awaiting destination

 

Your eyes stare at the point

Glassing over with unshed tears

Hoping that you dont shoot

Looking at me so sad

 

I pull the gun back

Starring at smoke that is coming from the end

I take a deep breath

And run into your arms


I feel the hole

In the wood beneath my feet

And now know that it cant compare

To the hole that was in my chest

 

I say im sorry

As we both cry the tears

Knowing that we are now together

With the fear forever gone

 

 

  • Author: Toopka (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 25th, 2011 18:28
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 23
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Comments1

  • Emi

    Somewhat frightening at first... Well written, good job. 🙂

    • Toopka

      Ya, sorry about that. I just had a feeling of writing something like this



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