(November 15, 2011)
Killer
Gun.
Press your lips against mine,
Everything will be fine
As long as I don't pull the
Trigger.
Watch me smile against your lops
Accept the gift
Just watch out for flying
Bullets.
As I kiss you slowly and softly
I'll get deeper just watch me.
You can't stop, so they call me a
Killer.
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Hidden Poetry
PoetryInside this book, is every poem I've written in the past year. Which people apparently love to read. Give it a try if you want, but this is how i survived most days and it means a lot to me. Inside you'll read poems I've shown to friends and poems I...