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Scarlett Outlaw Poems
Saved My Life
There was yelling everywhere, gunshots, screams and pleads. The gun pointed at me, you saved my life.
She walks the halls in sheer anger. She breaks the lockers in half, She goes into the bathroom and cuts herself Drip, Drip, Drip goes the blood,
Is it my fault? Can you tell me what I did? Whatever I did, I'm sorry.
Sometimes I find myself dreaming, in the daytime. It is always about finding peace and love.
She leaned against the brick wall, Letting him feel her body. His hands rested gently on her waist, He looked into her hazel eyes.
Love Dies On The Cross
Was it my fault? You and I fell in love at a young age. We weren't blessed nor accepted by family and friends. So we ran away together, you and me.
A Born Survivor
He is old, he is fragile. He is my grandfather. He has fought everyone and everything. He will protect me from illness,
Santa Clause loves a bit of banter he goes on a horse and tells it go and canter He loves himself, he flicks his hair,
I Don't Know What To Do Anymore
I loved him. Yes I did. He was mine, And I was his.
Cold Snow Fall
The snow fall this year will be cold. How will the homeless surive; living on your doorstep, or in your garden?
Just Another Story.
This is just another story, A sad one it may be indeed. Is it true? Or is it fake?
The Only Person
You. You're always there to make me smile, laugh and cry. To cheer me up, when I am down. To hold me close and never let go.
I love. I trust. I fall.
Whenever I fall. It is always in love. My heart beats quickly when I see you. Then I fall.
My Soldier, My Protector
He will always find mke, Protect me, Love me, until the world ends and beyond.
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Saved My Life
There was yelling everywhere,
gunshots, screams and pleads.
The gun pointed at me,
you saved my life.
I'll never forget your touch,
your kiss, your laugh.
The sparkle in your eyes when
you said that you loved me.
Your smile when I said: 'I love you too.'
You pushed me away from the bullet, speeding towards me.
You died in my arms,
your body went limp in my arms.
I'll never forget your last kiss,
your last words, your last breath,
the last look in your eyes that said everything.
I'll never forget the day you saved my life.