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
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Somewhat frightening at first... Well written, good job. 🙂
Ya, sorry about that. I just had a feeling of writing something like this
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