He held his gun,
Prepared to snipe,

An evil laugh was given from distance,
And through the air it disappeared,

He pushed the grip,
The bullet flied,

And it landed inside the heart,
Of what was once called,
"Brother"...

He looked at me with eyes
that stabbed my chest.
                                                       "Sometimes it's not the guns,
                                                           ­                                                that **** you."
He said,
and then those eyes,
the ones that stabbed my chest,
filled with tears
                                                           ­     "Sometimes it's the goodbyes."

I don't care
Who you are
But
I just thought
You ought to know
That you are beautiful
And wanted in this world
And you mean a lot
To many people
So please,
Just remember
That I love you
So go **love yourself

I would say
I love you to the moon and back,
But truth is I love you more,
With every fiber of your being,
Each and every pore.

I would say
I'll travel the seven seas for you,
But I'd do it twice as much,
There and back again twelve times,
Doesn't even convey the amount of my heart you touch.

I would say
I'll take a shoot for you,
A dagger in the heart,
I'd be your barricade,
Only if you'll play this part.

There and back and round again,
In envoloping  love spiral,
I don't even care,
If this confession goes viral.