I spot you there with your sullen eyes,
You've had a hard day, it seems.
So I walk up next to you and stay,
My face with a smile, it gleams.
And you look up to meet my eye
And anger in them teems
And my face shifts. Why?
Because you shot me in the gut.
Now why'd you have to go and do that?
I'm not the one to be shot,
I shouldn't be the one dying.
Hell, I shouldn't be looking down
The muzzle where bullets go flying.
Fire at them, not at me!
They're the ones who fired at you.
But I caught your bullet and now I die.
I'll try to help, I promise I'm trying.
I tell you I bleed from my pierced chest
As blood runs over my clutching hand.
I plead for you to help me and mend me.
Oh God. This really isn't what I planned.
Oh why would you do this? I implore.
And you tell me. I wasn't protecting you.
But why would you shoot your love
Who has always been for you true?
You raise your gun and strike me again,
And I fall with a thump to the floor.
"I need you now, more than I did then."
You say over my body and it's shattered core.
Oh honey, why'd you have to kill me?
Did I not do enough for you?
I promised to be your shield against the world,
But I couldn't be against your aim true.
Now why'd you have to go and do that?
My vision grows darker and darker yet.
My blurry eyes use their might to see.
A single tear from my eye is shed
As you whisper your fake goodbye to me.
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Not From Chicago.
PoetryThis is a collection of my best poetry in my opinion! I hope you enjoy, whoever may paint their eyes over the letters and words I've arranged! PS-This book includes poems from "A World In Words" by yours truly. Go check out the other book, if you li...
