THE LONE GUNMAN

Here I am

I stand alone

So many friends

Yet I'm alone

Nod of the head

Bat of the eye

Behind my mask

I never cry

Within my smile

My heart does ache

My cool outside

Is just a fake

I long for touch

For sweet embrace

Oh why can none

See my true face

But I won't weep

Love's not for me

I must remain

What I wish to be

So I continue

On the road of twirls

I turn and say

"Hey what's up girls?"

The End

That's an attempt by me to write some more 'sweeter' poetry. Please tell me if you liked it! Goodbye! ~Wumbahi