Gun Shot

by Tiffany   Jan 28, 2008


I hear my lover call my name,
As he points the gun.

I try to get out of the way,
But alas, Im too late.

I fall to the ground to my death,
And wish there was more time.
To tell my daughter I loved her,
And to tell her everything would be fine.

Im starting to fade into the black veil.
Where people go and never come back.

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