I lay on the floor,
The gun a few inches away,
The sound is muffled,
But I still see your face.
I see your lips moving,
But what do you say,
Just hold me close,
Don't let me go astray.
The wind was cold,
I felt bold.
I leaned forward,
I connected our lips.
I just felt,
Pure bliss.
My eyes slowly opened,
The sight I was not hoping.
You were gone,
And so was the gun.
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suicidal thoughts poems
PoetryThis is not a story but a book of poems, my wonderful friends gave me the idea so thank u guys hope you enjoy reading these poems as much as I enjoyed writing them for you.
