Red, white and blue,
Collared shirt and leather boots
His scars are stories and his eyes tell them
She loved him from the moment she held him.
Cold dark motel rooms one to the next
Said he was living for a vengeance
Out on the streets looking for blood
One kill closer to the one.
He said “baby I’m living to break necks
Writing out reality checks
Ill find the ones who broke you
Ill find them if its the last thing I do.”
Poem by Briana Leigh R. 2012