Like The Setting Sun Poem by ally rose

Like The Setting Sun



Two shots of hate from a mouth as loud as a gun, like an asassin who does it for fun...Two deafening blows in a war that has just begun, life gone away..I'm done...Two red roses on my coffin, the wind blows, leaving only one, the world i know dissapears..like the setting sun.

Friday, July 10, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: fun,hate,leaving,red,sun,war,wind
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