I am beginning
to feel bitter.
It is Christmas
and there is
no word from him.
My mind is littered
with loves memories,
scattered, little bits
of warm information
that I had forgot.
Not wanting to
dissipate these thoughts
I listen to good music
as I select my weapon.
I don't know to feel sorry or giggle but I do know the song you want is' Shot Gun Booggie...luv it...regards
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Once again. you make me laugh. Dark laughter, but laughter
Love your remark. Much appreciated. Sally