A cool breeze blows through my hair
i turn around and see you smile
There you are precious and perfect
my smile slips when you scream my imperfections
Does it satisfy your sick need? or your beauty greed?
As i look toward the ground i see something glisten
it's just what i thought it was: a moonlit pistol
before i even open my mouth you say
"shush, tramp, not another word"
my face grows hot as i dare to say
"your like your sick, twisted brother in every way."
and as i hear the roar of the gun
and feel a sharp pain in my chest
i swear i saw you mouth the words:
i will always love you
It doesn't matter because I'm in heaven now
watching the world from my own
imperfect cloud.
kinda weird!
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That was just sad! But amazingly put, and oh so twisted! Lolz. It was great
Keep writing things like this! Your marvelous at it 
~Temptation
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THANK YOU!
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that was sooo sad... but good
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