lexxiey scott (portsmouth)

in the park kids play
people lay on the grass
water fountain lines past the slides
no one brought a bottle
sitting on a bench talking to him
then comes the silver car
the gun five to the
front three to the back
gun smoke fill the air
the car speeds off
with a black perminate mark on the pavement
though fainter then the red
which washes with the rain
but it stays in the heart
should he die not her
he died she pulled though
he told god take him spare her