Little short poems

A gun shot heard

A man dead

Lying down now

A puddle of blood around

With his hand in the air

He fell

With a croak

He died

Tears throughout

For a man is gone

His soul lost

Never to be found

Little kisses

Candy hearts

What is this now?

Where all is lost

You speak to me

Like there is an angel underneath

Not the demon I know lies there

But no worries

I may go to the extremes

But tomorrow will change

And today won’t mean a thing

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