Like a line drive to the face
A bullet shot, straight and true
With a fast and deadly pace.
Hollow-pointed words arranging in your mind
"CLICK" - The mouse pulled the trigger
And you left me behind.
Out from behind a shoulder
Frozen iced and cold
The metal speeds through my back
Blood runs red and bold.
I turn to see my shooter
And I am weakened at the knees
Only, not by love this time
But by the blood you draw from me.
Hope and made me blind
Alas, now I can see
That even though I declared my love
You never did love me.
Your secrets were intended
To soften up the blow
But your secret shot went through my back
Rang loud, and now I know
That as I am brought down
As I fall upon my knees
As my blood escapes my chest
And my shirt soaks red with ease
As my eyes are opened
And I hear your last reply
You take his hand, whisper, "I'm sorry"
And leave me there to die.
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Wow
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