When I close my eyes, all I can think of is what happened that day. Your screams as you felt that excrutiating pain. The sound of your cold body hitting the floor.
I see you in my dreams, even though you're gone. But every single time, I am weak, and I lose you.
I lie down once again on a cold night and close my eyes, hoping for a change.
Then the man who took you away from me comes again in my dreams. The blood is spilling. I'm crying out your name, but no one seems to hear me.
I pull out a gun and threaten the man. But soon, he is gone, leaving me with you. All you do is stand, and wave goodbye again. So I put down my gun, and cry, reaching towards your disappearing figure.
And when I wake, I see my hand stretched to the ceiling. Oh how I wish you were really with me.
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Poetry/Writing
Puisii always have a lot on my mind, and i tend to go to writing to release my emotions. this book is just some poems/short stories and scenarios that i write. nobody even has to read this book, i'm just doing it to express myself :-))
