.The Candle.

So I wrote this poem in eighth grade and I thought everyone would be delighted to see it so here it is. :)

I lay on my bed,
A pounding in my head.
Drip drop drip drop,
The candle dies, my heart stops.

I stare at the ceiling,
Oh, the secrets I`m concealing.
Drip drop drip drop,
The candle dies, my heart stops.

I`ve seen him before,
And not anymore.
Drip drop drip drop,
The candle dies, my heart stops.

I hold the gun,
It`s almost done.
Drip drop drip drop,
The candle dies, my heart stops.

The bullet sounds,
My heart pounds.
Drip drop drip drop,
The candle dies, his heart stops.