Bullets

a poem about bullets

bullets

they are like shiny silver death

but they leave you no mercy

only one last breath

they let you hide no fear

there to fast to run from

like a pack of wild deer

bullets

they are scary as can be

when they come

you wish you were

at home drinking

a nice hot cup of tea

they are so violent

surly they will go

but when you look up

hear they come

and away you go

 

Author's Note

idk

Reviews

[ac31595]

dude noone should use bullets for things unless its to get food or to kill someone in war . so i dono sorry if you dont like my comments

[MarchAprilMayJuneJuly]

i wish alot of people would read this and get the message that is in between the lines.

nice!!!

~may