I put the barrel's mouth
To his sweaty forehead
My fingers curled around
The trigger, ready to kill
You've been through so much
In what I thought were
His final moments, he said
Yet, you know so little
My grip loosened
The gun fell to the ground
Got lost in the ruins...
Thereafter I've never held it
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Shawty's Rhyme Book
PoetryHere's a book of poetry which doesn't exactly rhyme. Each one may hold a thousand different meanings, but I just hope it means something to you... That's the only thing I need. Shawty❤ Highest Rankings: #36 in Poetry (09/06/2016) #1 in #lightpoetry...
