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this poem is how my mom is, she spends time with her boyfriend and does not pay attention to her kids. so i wrote a poem about it.

As my heart fills with fear,
Nothing strange can I hear.
I walk down the street,
Feeling just a bit of strange heat.
What the heck could that be?
Could be a window, to a certain degree.
But no, it wasnít that.
Just then I felt a slight tap.
I began to run,
What was I thinking, he had a gun.
I heard the first be fired,
And stopped, as he required.
What was going on?
I heard a guy call him Juan.
A scream caught my breath.
After that I thought, death.
Another gun shot,
This one hit the spot.
I dropped down,
Lying, dead, in the middle of town.
Why not take the bus?
The money was nothing, not to fuss.
But Iím gone now,
My mom can take her bow.
For she is the one,
That gave the guy the gun.
She hired him,
And now singing a fake hymn.
Trying to forget,
But she will always have my debt.
For she killed her one and only,
And now she will forever be lonely.

DrkPoet


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DrkPoet


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