This is a Spin off of a poem that was wrote for me. I Hope the person doesn"t mind.
Always sitting with my back against the wall.
Prept and ready,Dressed in black,
Holster"s oiled,resting low upon my hips.
The love we once owned , now gone
as easily as pulling a trigger.
You were not my first;But surely my bloodiest.
Now a seasoned gunfighter lives within me,
Always watching,Always waiting;
For the next gunfighter to ride into town
And try his luck at my heart.
