A Bullet And A Broken Cross Poem by Angelica Ortiz

Your about 5,436 seconds away from disappearing

Or just running away.

You have a bullet and a broken cross
And you have absolutely no idea what to do with it.
Yet you carry it with you everywhere you go
But for what?

You don’t have a gun
And you replace your rosary for a broken cross
...you don’t believe in god.
Not many believe now-a-days.

But remember that
Once everyone leaves
Including she
I'll be still standing here with you

Maybe she won’t leave either
And it'll be the three of us...
In an Awkward situation.
I hope that never happens.

I'm just as puzzled as you are.
With a bullet and a broken cross
Your about 5,436 seconds from disappearing
Or running away
...
I wish you can take me with you.