They handed me the sniping rifle,
Seeing if I can assassinate the enemy,
I scoffed as they rolled their eyes,
"Do it already. " They retorted in resentment, doubting all my capabilities.
I swiftly aimed on the spot the enemy was in,
Zooming in intense focus,
About to pull the trigger when I saw her face.
I froze and gazed in awe,
Such a beautiful woman,
It wasn't because she was attractive,
What was striking of her appearance was that she resembled the last person I've ever loved.
I can hear them creeping behind me, sighing in disappointment,
"Tsk, tsk. I should've known better.
You can never pull the trigger."
I could as much as I wanted to
Yet when faced with a familiar face,
I can never pull the trigger no matter what.
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Adriana's Poetry: A collection
PoetryThis is a collection of my poems. Started: July 6, 2021 Ended: ?