And as I'm broken & bleeding
I notice there's a gun in your pocket
I'm almost in disbelief
broken promises etched into its design
I'm flawed but not unworthy
I took out time
time
I don't understand time
I try to understand you
but
it seems
you shot me
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Mother's Dont Cry
PoetryA collection of my poetry, thoughts, feelings, etc. read at your own risk.
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And as I'm broken & bleeding
I notice there's a gun in your pocket
I'm almost in disbelief
broken promises etched into its design
I'm flawed but not unworthy
I took out time
time
I don't understand time
I try to understand you
but
it seems
you shot me