This Color of Death - C.E.
"This Color of Death."
Guns & Rainbows
I once knew a girl
with a colorful gun.
It was painted red.
And orange.
And yellow.
And green.
And blue.
And purple.
What did this gun
say about this girl?
I don’t really know -
but it sure was colorful!
Bullets & Rainbows
I once knew a girl
with a colorful gun.
I smiled when she
pulled it out;
those colors made me smile -
until she pointed the
barrel at my face
and said,
"My gun may be colorful,
but these bullets are
black and white."
Guns & Rainbows
I once knew a girl
with a colorful gun.
It was painted red.
And orange.
And yellow.
And green.
And blue.
And purple.
What did this gun
say about this girl?
I don’t really know -
but it sure was colorful!
Bullets & Rainbows
I once knew a girl
with a colorful gun.
I smiled when she
pulled it out;
those colors made me smile -
until she pointed the
barrel at my face
and said,
"My gun may be colorful,
but these bullets are
black and white."
Labels: poetry
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