I was bored in my College Algebra class, so I wrote this. Check it out.
”Ever since the day we met, I have brought you regret/
I wish to forget, but my eyes and the paper are wet/
Wake up in sweat… every time I see that scene/
Makes me ponder, don’t you wander, what could have been?/
I close my eyes, still smell the gun smoke/
You are a brave fool, did you run? Nope/
Still hear the click and bang/
Must have been the sickest rang/
The vile scream and all it was less than a minute/
Just one, I look at my gun, there is so much in it/
But it’s not just that, my mother’s hugs/
Makes me hate the man who created drugs/
Cause I sold it, and you told it to her/
Take care of my sister/
You know I will miss her/
I know that you kissed her/
That’s why you never saw her, I didn’t let her go/
That you didn’t know, I want to let you go/
She loves you though, so… Please take care/
Stay fair, that kind of love is rare/
You remember? Last December, my eyes closed/
Three shots, my hand vibrated, the skies closed/
I saw you, falling slow/
Your face was pale, like the falling snow/
And I know, this wasn’t the best way/
But you still asked to see me in the hospital the next day/
I turned into a dealer of pain, from a dealer of cocaine/
Used God’s name in vain, maybe that’s why the pain came/
I wish there was a button to restart it all/
Some say I was too smart to fall, but nobody to pick me up/
So, maybe in the next life, with a next wife/
I won’t strain because of this strife, this knife/
I coming closer, than the dozer will ever be/
Forever see, you still haven’t told me how long will forever be/
Damn… I just reread this, and it sounds like you’re my friend/
This is my end/
You’ve always been my worst enemy, don’t pretend/
That’s why, I, have one more request/
A quest for you, or rather two/
I want to see your dreams becoming true/
And lastly, this might sound, even more stranger/
When they put me in the ground, never share this letter with a stranger/
Maybe only when you’re dead, and somewhere above me/
I put this gun to my head and understand, you must love me/”
A trembling hand, cold metal, shaky breath/
Behind him was a bony hand of death/
He didn’t cry, a manly look on his face/
And one shot that shook up the place/
And blood splattered, all over the sweater/
Sealing the letter, could he have lived better?/
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