Bleeding smoke
Into the air
Polluting the air, it soaks
All of its power share
She, my lady
Wants to get rid of me
She carries plenty
Of them shiny magazines
Each pull of a trigger
Won't make her sweat
Each reload will cost her
A chance to get my neck
I ran in fear
From each red-hot shell that fall
If I am hit, I will bleed tears
Each impact will stall
Into me, it will feed
I have loved a very mad woman
Each of her bullets that leave me
Emotions shall stir in it, for that I am a cold man
For each shell that leaves that gun
Each bullet will come after me
Hot and on fire like the sun
Shows me, how much she loves me
Cold steel fires heat
Each bullet tries to find me
My blood leaks
Into my soul, when will this bullet find me?
I ran from its wrath
My woman have gone mad
Love turns into hate, follow me on my path
Each bullet she fires will make an impact
Her pocket filled with magazines
Each magazine filled with words
Of all the weapans I have seen
This weapon will surely hurt
She is angry as a bull
Ready to fire at anything
She would kill me, if she could
When a shell is released, the word is ready for a killing
I stop my attacks and retreat
I stood there looking down disgracefully
I stood there and took the heat
I know when I fall, I will fall down regretfully
Each word went through me
Like a bullet from a gun
I fell to my knees, each bullet hitting my heart
Shattering it to peices, my judgment has come
The arguement is over
She has won
(4-17-10)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow, extreme well penned poem i like it you did well Elisha