Posted in Poems, Writing

Bullet

It slices through the air

silver, quick

In the blink of an eye

spinning, whirling

On impact it hurts

deadly, silent

My love for you is the bullet

And I am the one

who got hit.

the-bullet

 

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I love to create stories and find adventure out of daily, boring things. There are stories everywhere, you just have to look.

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