My pen it taps,
The faucet dripped,
I look through the glass,
The lights are dim,
My shadow cast apon the wall,
My hair it cascades down my back,
I turn to leave,
When a nurse runs in,
But on you're face,
There is only a grin,
You wanted this,
A fate to come,
I tried to stop you,
I pushed the gun,
It hit your chest,
Not your head,
You'll be healed,
Just not with being dead
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A Beginners Journey In Poetry.
RandomI had wanted to start working on poetry and I've learned a lot about it. I wanted to learn a way to express myself and use my passion which is writing. I enjoy poetry and creative writing because it feels like the part of me that I had been missing...
