A shot rang out,
and then two more.
Sweet girl close your eyes,
make haste to lock the door.
He coming to take you,
to the darkest of places.
Barely able to see,
and touch new faces.
He took your innocence,
he will not give it back.
Took his time messed up your mind,
the began his second attack.
A gun so sweetly pressed to your head,
he knew sweet girl he wanted you dead.
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Book Of Mine
PoetryBook of Mine is a series of poems derived from my experiences mentally, emotionally, and physically. Some poems are inspired by people in my life and others are derived from experiences. In this book I will also feature some poems purely from my own...
