Each challenger holds guns in their hands
To some this may seem like a one night stand
They face each other then about face
Dear Alexander turns as his heart begins to race
He knew he wasn't gonna shoot his shot
But Burr on the other hand counted down the clock
God damnit Burr why'd you shoot your shot
Now you're looked bad upon
Because dear Alexander is now gone
He's not coming back
Can't replace the past
So now you have to look back At this very day
The day that dear Alexander was put away
-Mercedez
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Poetry
PoetryThese are poems that I wrote to cope with my depression ...just comment and leave likes or you can do what almost everyone else does and just keep scrolling.... If not HAPPY READING
