There he just sat, by the table, as I took the bullets for him.
He is lock. He is block from my world,
But he always had the portal to my heart.
At me the guns were pointed,
From every angle, every corner of the room.
Suffocated I felt.
I could no longer breath by all the stares I was getting,
I could no longer breathe! Him and I's distance felt like a disparity .
The bullets were being fired,
like no other war. To wild for my own imagine.
Left sided of my eyelid,
I could see he pitied me.
Frustrated, mad, angry, put it into million words; still comes out bad.
I didn't want it, I didn't need it, I hated it.
I was being pitied by that man,
Oh, how I loath that man.
Screaming , yelling, but only in my head.
It was not my war; why was he glued to his chair?
Burst....., I was busting into tears,
Till finally stood one up for me and end it all.
DEATH DID Us APART.....relieved.
YOU ARE READING
Dazzled to the heart
RandomThings you might be felling! The endings might be a little different but all these poems and/or short stories are linked to me one way or another no matter how they sound or seem The photograph was not made by me It was taken from Google!!!
