Face to face
With the one
You left dying
It's a little to late
To turn the
water works on
Nose to nose
With the one
You left crying
It's a little to late
To play the sorry card
Lip to lip
With the one
You left lying
It's a little to late
To fix a broken heart
You can't play god
With first love emotion
And never expect
A resurrection to come
You left her for dead
Fell in love with someone else
And now vengeance
Is singing her song
One bullet in the gun
One barrel spinning shut
Click..shh!
Click..shh!
Kiss..Click..Gone..
Running on time borrowed
You'll run out of tomorrows
Like distant fog across the meadow
Mañana Karma has come
For your sorrow.
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Author:
Edthepoet (
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Comments3
mate I love this poem. brilliant skill in the in knowledge of illusions which fool us all. rejection is a hard thing to follow but we get that too. leaving a lover or losing lover causes all sorts of issues, tears and happiness. well said here a massive noted well done.
What the first to said 😉
Captivating
Good write, I do hope that bullet never comes beneath the hammer.
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