My Gunman
With the gun to my head
the gunman weeps
I am young
I have lost so much
you will be my release
much pain have i felt
in so short a time
many have I lost
still close
but too far to reach
I have given love
and not received
I have nothing to lose
He is in the shadows
waiting
as i hold the gun to my head
to relieve myself
of the pain I feel
and the love I do not
Copyright © Amy Hollan | Year Posted 2007
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