We are two jokers...
We joke around
With people now
They fall in love
But with a gun
We shoot the one
Who fell in love
With one of usWe are two jokers...
Clawing at each other
With knives made of butter
But the butter is a slicing blade
With one cut we lay
We respawn
With angerWe are two jokers...
don't try to mess with us
We are lovers
Who are killers
If someone messes with one
We smile
We take a knife
And we say goodbyeWe are two jokers..
Madly in love
Don't try it
Or we will say
Goodbye
YOU ARE READING
Stitch my heart
PoesiaIt can hurt you, people I mean. You can hurt your self. But someone must fix you. You can try but you must Mende, stitch, and love again.