I point a gun at you,
Wondering if it would suffice,
To give you the pain,
You gifted me, without thinking twice.
The bullets made of suffering,
I shoot with flaming hate,
And I watch you,
Succumbing to your fate.
I bury the gun,
and you into the realm of time,
As I watch your body walk over your grave,
Like my flesh walks over mine.
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9.09.18
9:48 p.m.
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Love. Lucency. Lassitude.
PoetryL is for love. L is for lucency. L is for lassitude. Poems about love, life and the world at large. 1. Second place in poetry - The Grand Dame awards 2019 🔥 2. Winner of the Creative Minds Awards 2018 (3rd position, poetry) 🔥 3. Honourable me...
