Two hots of hate from a mouth as loud as a gun,
Like an assassin.. 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 blow, leaving only one,
The world I know disappears.. like the setting sun.
Tricia, this a well penned poem, I know the feeling, I felt like that before and you can see it in my poem titled 'A TASTE OF LONELINESS', you got my vote 10+++ keep it up
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well written... U 've a good imagination... Just work on it... :)