I got a bullet with somebody’s name on it.
My bullet’s locked on his head,
I don’t need to aim on it.
Killed my feelings for someone,
my heart has got a stain on it.
Maybe a few tears would fall out of my eye, but god will put rain on it.
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PoésieʙしAǸĸ pAＧ㉫ The blank page on the table, Compelled me to write About the things that happen Without my might. Like the shining of the Sun And the twinkling of the stars. Of the heaven-like beauty In the universe spread so far. About mother nature An...
