I'm Sorry, It's Just Been Left With A Broom.

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I'm sorry,
I pushed you.
Don't act jolly,
Have you seen what I drew?

I wasn't okay,
In fact I'm still not.
I will not mess around or play,
Because I've been shot.

I've been hit with a bullet,
No one saw it coming.
It creeped through the night quietly,
While I was awkwardly humming.

Please don't apologize,
It's sincerely not your fault.
I won't even compromise,
You lost the key to the vault.

Now that is where my heart is,
Locked in a cold dark room.
You won't even give it one last kiss,
It's just been left with a broom.


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