*bang*
he shot me once
*bang*
he shot me twice
*bang*
he shot himself
*bang bang*
my baby shot us down
YOU ARE READING
flutter
Poésiehis cruel words were said without stutter as he left me alone without giving me the chance to even mutter so all i can do now is pick my torn apart heart out of the gutter as i spread my singed wings in the hopes to grasp the clouds as i flutter ⭐◾⭐...
