Always Prevail Poem by Tanner Herndon

I put a bullet on the table,
You asked, 'What do you mean,
By that? '
I shook my head and walked away,
The Message, was clear,
Our love, was dead,
It couldn't be any clearer,
If I put the bullet in the gun,
And shot us both in the heart,
Confrontation grows mold on our souls,
There's no pesticide for the bugs in our heads,
Everything blown out of context peppers our happiness,
With shrapnel,
But, these shards are old, we need a shot,
The maggots are starting to clear away the dead tissue,
And, I know, we're going to be OK,
Our love will always prevail.