Tale of Goldie Glock's
narrative poem
I’ve never been afraid of death
the reaper
is sitting on my shoulder
like a angel
My heart will keep giving
Until it stops beating
sure as shooting,
let all the I love you’s-
That’ve managed to escape my lips
CONSQUENTLY
Fell on deaf ears
All the tears
All the years
Killing with kindness
last dignified thing to do
My soul is a little gun-shy
My eyes are like
staring down the barrel of a gun
loaded with mystification
Don't jump the gun baby
I may be one guys,
Control freak
I may be one guys,
Bat shit crazy
I may be one guys,
Villain
I may be one guys,
I dodged a bullet
your promises are deadly as a loaded gun
Son of a gun,
let this sink in-
Call me, Goldie Glock's
I will stand by my guns,
admit my wrongs
I will stick by my guns,
embrace my flawsomeness
About the Creator
Saroyan Coles
I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.


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