His eyes were like stars,
His smile was perfect,
His features were even more perfect than a rose.
His touch…so gentle,
His voice…like a song moving to perfect rhythm.
And his kiss…made sparks fly.
He was mine and I was his,
We had plans and dreams,
Then it happened.
A bullet walked right up and shot him.
I screamed, he fell.
People ran calling for help…
He was gone.
My love is now playing games.
While he lies in the ground as a dead rose.
And I wishing he were here or I where he is.
Being scared to pick up a knife like a baby,
Being scared to be left alone.
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eh tis journal is for my thoughts of the world, the people around me, and the places i have been. i will write peoms and possible short stories here. so have fun reading and i hope you enjoy...jeez this sounds soo lame
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maybe "like" would be a better word than "as"
"and i wishing he were here or i where he is"
pretty nice line shows alot emotions