Question:
What do you think of my poem?
When you hear your loved one cry at night,
I always am your saviour.
You dream of the time that I am dead,
And your love would live in happieness.
I was shot a thousand times before,
Your gun shot ended my life.
For each time i was between your love and rage,
Your rage shot bullets of guilt.
The day you killed me, my head was stained,
With your selfritious lies.
For I died thinking your words were true,
My death was for the best.
I was gone, I wasn't between you and her,
Yet still your loved one cried.
You turned to your target and your saviour,
But this time i wasn't there.
Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
Wow! That was beautiful. So passionate and lovely. Good Job!
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