Heart of Fire
I picked up the gun,
and looked over at her.
Her eyes pearced me with fear,
she knew what I was doing.
I just couldn't stand to see her alive.
She knew all my secrets,
the deepest secrets that I told no one,
only her.
I point the gun in her direction,
she franticaly shakes her head no.
I have burned her heart with my anger on many occations,
and I must do it one last time.
I c*ck the gun and put the cold barrel aganist
my head,
And pull the trigger.
and looked over at her.
Her eyes pearced me with fear,
she knew what I was doing.
I just couldn't stand to see her alive.
She knew all my secrets,
the deepest secrets that I told no one,
only her.
I point the gun in her direction,
she franticaly shakes her head no.
I have burned her heart with my anger on many occations,
and I must do it one last time.
I c*ck the gun and put the cold barrel aganist
my head,
And pull the trigger.
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Poetry.com 4 out of 5 based on 5 votes.
This poet is indeed onto another realm of understanding this life.
He understands, that not by her death would he be free of his secrets.
But, his own may be the only rest he could get.
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An unexpected ending.
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Deadly
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wow its good i guess never seen anything like it.
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I hope that this expression is releived the tension that brewed this emotional master peice up...;-)
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