Bullets

A Poem by snapstache

Holes in my arms,

My legs,

My hands,

My heart,

From your gun,

That you still hold,

Armed and ready,

Finger on trigger,

Ready to pull it,

Again,

You don't want me anymore,

Now that I'm broken,

You continue to tear me,

Limb by limb,

By your bullets,

Aimed soley for me.

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creative :)

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Added on December 22, 2009
Last Updated on December 24, 2009

i made this when i was eleven wow. a lot of memories here. feel free to look around i suppose although there won't be anything new posted. more..

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