there's no way your surprised he died.
the longest gun drawn from his side.
how could he survive the stride of a pistol
drawn in the wind?
besides, he deserved that plight,
i've observed his pride,
the type that'll fly him so high
& drop him in the same pivot,
the type that'll dry his soul's eyes
then close them w/ cement.
sooner or later, he'd pass on,
i guess 'now' was the time for him.
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Poetrythis is a poetry collection w/ poems i've written recently & started about 3 years ago. i never really been able to express myself in anything other than writing ~ i'm talking about my personal views, love, heartbreak & many other topics. hope you...
