Alone Again
Two shots of from a mouth as loud as a gun,
Like an assasin. . . Who does it for fun.
Two deafening blows in a war that has just begun,
Life gone away. . . I'm done.
Two red roses sitting on my coffin, The wind blows, Leaving only one.
The world I know disappears. . .
Like the setting sun.
Copyright © Ali Matheny | Year Posted 2008
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