Killed Dead ( pt. 3)
The Gun
She came in the dead of night
In the velvet black she found light
Retribution glistening
on her 9mm Beretta
The moon hit it just right
Cold steel is her skin, she's become one
with the living gun
She's exhilarated, yet calm
Fire and ice in her veins
Vengeance in her palm
I'm dreaming of a beautiful day that had a portrait
imprinted on my memory and hers
We were Marc Antony and Cleopatra...
Napolean and Josephine...
Doc Holliday and Kate...
then Bonnie and Clyde
Killed dead
So fast was our fall from grace
That picture of perfection well in place
What happened? We may ask
Lies that we trip over reveal
the truths we must face
Our love was a candle, it was a lighthouse
It shone like a beacon across galaxies
Our love was fire, it was lightning, it struck
and split mountains and atoms in two
Our love was the moon, it was the sun
Giving life to everything until it fadedĀ
Killed dead
She comes with her eyes trained on me
Takes aim, saying ever softly...
"We never should have let it die. I love you."
Hits my heart just right, forever love
Always I will love you
Ā
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What a tale, Michael.Ā
I have not read pt 1 & p2, I'll be reading that next.Ā
I'm impressed with your writing style.Ā
Favorite part:Ā
Thank you Katina! I took a departure from the first 2 parts. It's a little more serious and intimate. I included Doc Holliday and Kate again because they were also very close. The route I took with this poem was undying love, that the woman I left behind came back and wanted to bury past mistakes or "kill" them, and bring the love we had back to life. Thanks for voting and for your feedback, my friend. Much love!