You And Me
Author: Mere


He shot himself with a 357,
It was like a drive-by at a Seven Eleven,
He got out of his Chevelle, dropped to his knees,
And then he pulled the trigger, with all ease.

I may not know much, but I know this,
There's more to life than being pissed,
He had two kids, had he no pride?
In his head, the hole was wide.

I didn't feel it coming, it was very strange,
You were aware of everything arranged,
You'll never see my face again, you'll never see me cry,
You'll never talk with me again, you won't kiss me good-bye.


Comments on this poem/writing:

joyce ivy ( -- Friday, October 22 2004, 02:44 pm


Things are tough
life is hard
but we can't control
what others are...
great poem this about your stepfather?
You write very well...
Keep it up...
your friend...
Name:                                           Remember Me

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