Shotgun Serenade (Handgun Romance) Poem by Em Jay Christian

Shotgun Serenade (Handgun Romance)



I’m made of flesh, bone, and weaknesses,
Your promised me you’d help fix this.
But your not here, I’m so hopeless,
Knives and stress, selfish bliss...emptiness.

Please learn to love me anyways,
Please help me through my empty daze,
I’ve lost myself, and how I’m raised,
Its just a phase, forgetful days...no more praise.

I long to be less insecure,
For hopefulness and love so pure,
Please give me something to live for,
No more locked doors, blood on the floor...gone for sure.

I raise the flag at the parade,
A simple song…shotgun serenade,
I’ll bid farewell to all those days.
You know I never got the chance,
A shotgun serenade ends the dance,
Please put an end to handgun romance.

I lay here in your web of lies,
Burning tears well in my eyes,
A gun is a shot, lonely girl dies,
Stomach full of butterflies, selfless demise...someone cries.

My body, beaten on the ground,
I’d lost all hope of being found,
I try to scream, can’t make a sound,
My dying thoughts were so profound, I was oh so lost...there, gagged and bound.

I once raised the flag at the parade,
I lost a lot...shotgun serenade,
I miss the endings of those days.
You know I never missed a chance,
I never sit instead of dance,
That was before handgun romance.



I promise I’ll be seeing you,
Day in and out and all night through,
I’ll miss you love, please know its true,
A pretty girl, all black and blue...silent, sad resentment grew.

Black rose, black coffin, black parade,
A simple shotgun serenade,
I bade farewell to all those days.
They say I never stood a chance,
Sweet mother wept through Layla’s dance,
All things lost...handgun romance.

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