Two shots of hate from a mouth as loud as a gun,
Like an assasin... who does it for fun.
Two deafening blows in a war that has just begun,
Life gone away...I'm done.
two red roses sitting on my coffin,
The wind blows, leaving only the world that I know Disappears...like the setting sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love it! keep writting, hopefully you'll put more up?