Where did our love go? And when...
Did this hatred start to turn bitter?
I need to save you from the likes of me,
I need to save myself from this blind rage.
Just think of me as a fading memory,
And you'll be just fine... I swear.
Your wish to separate yourself from
The love of mine will be granted,
As soon as this bullet cuts through
This killing heart of mine.
...Pull the trigger and be alive again.
Author notes
I wasn't feeling too "well" when writing this, you could say.
What did you think?
Comments
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i love the first line of the second stanza and the last line.
yuu've put such emotion into yuur poem,
fantastic to read (:
well done
xx
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