Happiness is a Warm GunA Poem by KittyWhen I saw you together And you held her hand, My legs gave way beneath me – I could no longer stand. You were supposed to love ME! You were meant to be MINE! But you running around with her Is what I find. And now in front of me you stand - Down on your knees. I don’t want to hear your whimpering Or your pathetic little pleas. “Shut up,” I screamed As you continued to beg. “Don’t worry, my Love, You’ll soon be dead”. But would anyone have noticed? Would anyone have dared To try and stop me When I put this gun to your head? Just before I pulled the trigger, Your eyes, vacant and stained, Reflected the last images of your life – Afterwards nothing remained. I carved my name on a bullet - Right on the side. I wanted to make sure I was the last thing That went through your mind. And as your blood splattered across me, A chirpy tune I began to hum. Happiness, my Love, Is a warm gun. Copyright©JosieWentzel18April2007
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5 Reviews Added on February 20, 2008 AuthorKittyWeltevredenpark, Johannesburg, South AfricaAboutFinding peace has always been a struggle for me. But if there is one thing I can wish for the world, it's peace, love, more tolerence, faith, hope and trust. I hope you find it somewhere out there.... more..Writing
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