Shattered Dreams

As the colors changed 

From blue to reds and purples 

And variation of pinks from the sunset-

Left stunned to the ricochet of fired shots echoing.

He shot her in cold blood while she stared 

At the sky smiling and the gun was held to the right side. 

No remorse. Just watched her bleed. 

He didn’t even care that she loved him.  

Killing her because he tried to say she didn’t deserve 

To be loved unconditionally. 

Making sure to bury her unmarked grave 

Near the riverside by the old port. 

They say if you listen closely 

You can still hear the echoes of a shattered dream. 

Published by Ms. Selective

Traveling Gypse with a Heartfelt Spirit.

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