SELF DESTRUCTION

SELF DESTRUCTION

A Poem by Missa

I try and convince myself it's fine.
The problem's ain't
getting any bigger. Who are you trying
to kidd?
ya kidder.
You got ya finger pressed on the trigger.
I'm the one holding
the gun.?
Go figure.
As if you didn't already know. I could see
the crack's beginning to show.
You know there won't be anything left soon. I presume.
Nothing but your doom

© 2016 Missa


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Missa
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Added on January 6, 2016
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Missa
Missa

Birmingham, NY, United Kingdom



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Hiya :) i am 27 years old. I like playing/practicing on me acoustic guitar, aswell as writing my memoirs/poetry which i eventually, hopefully will get published properly in a little book, and with y.. more..

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