Samuel Jones

Wasn'T My Time

Pouring my life on to the table playing playing Russian roulette, my nerves are unstable, the other side of the table is where you sat. Now I'm covered in blood but its not mine, I guess it was a stupid game but I was too blind. Tears rolling down, it's too late you're gone now. Forever rest in peace, you're all I dream about.

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Topic(s) of this poem: Death

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 15, 2014

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