He put a gun to my head
The last words I herd where the ones he said
As my vision turned red
While I try to flee
So I can be free
Bullets fly by
As I relive a sigh
The glass stains black
From the blood she lacked
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Poetry From The Heart
PoetryThese are poems I have written and I feel like they aren't the best but someone very special to me says they are and I hope everyone who reads these poems thinks they're good too.
