Disclaimer: I don't own Once Upon a Time in Mexico, Desperado, or El Mariachi.
Love Story
He should have known, should have expected it
She would die
He would die
Only he dies little by little and will never experience the mercy of a quiet death
It would figure that his love would die as well, wither like some forgotten flower
Kisses too long ago bestowed on eager lips
Quivering limbs speaking of forgotten pleasure
All gone in the pulling of a trigger
And it broke his heart, crumbled it into powder- gunpowder probably
So he killed so he could die in peace, wither like some forgotten flower
And never love again
But it will never be, because he will always be hunted, will always be full of heartache and the promise of dark revenge
But just for right now he would rather think of a love story
Two people who find each other and become everything they could ever be wrapped in each other's arms
Please review so I can be happy. Now.