I like the revolver
There's only one bullet though
Sometimes I spin it
Raise it to my head
Click
Empty again
Click
Nope
Click
Maybe next time
Sometimes it feels like a game
Other time I want what I'm scared of
I have the bullet engraved
Is half finished
The other half is on the barrel
Of the gun
Click
Two left
Still alive
Maybe one day I'll understand why
I like the revolver
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Only Human After All
PoetryInk not blood surges through my veins . One hundred word each, and yet a new ideal for each. Questions about this will be answered. I also take prompts for this and other types of writing. (fanfiction included) Looking for a new way to get the idea...
