By: Nichole Miranda, Dubai, UAE

I pull the trigger of my love gun

Used up my bullets, all except for one

I walk past decaying bodies lying in the blood stained soil

Hear wails of anguish and bitter turmoil

See broken arrows and Cupid crucified

To forget the meaning of love, I feel mortified

Cries and betrayal hang in the dense air

Rivers flood with tears and despair

At the sight of axed soldiers, sound of rifle shots and scent
of murder

A cold chill runs down my spine and I shudder

Our crystal ball heads to unending darkness and thunder

Littered on the floor lie the unloved, I cant sympathize with them

For my heart too was captured and condemned

I flee in search of a better morrow

But can only find lust, lucracy and sorrow

I hold a knife against my wrist wishing to grow no older

Ready to slit before your palm lands on my shoulder

While others guzzle wine from a chalice

And some swell with resent and malice

You walk me down a seen before lane

With a rose covered path and inconspicuous thorns of pain

I see you without any armor, could you be the one?

The very last bullet in my love gun…

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