blast offA Poem by brianna vega
dont shoot
a barrel full of liquor im your last bullet but dont shoot dont shoot me just yet blast into darkness oblivion oblivion such a pretty word the way it tumbles off your lips dont shoot dont shoot me just yet aimed at the hip blasting off to tickle the tounge slide down the throat bloody bloody wet mess drown in the insides you held in so welll blast me blast me blast me off © 2011 brianna vega |
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Added on September 21, 2011 Last Updated on September 21, 2011 Author
brianna vegacity of lost angels, CAAbouti need a moment with the moon no distractions or uneven tunes just silence and the silver light spilling open my moods i need a minute with the night soft caresses of cold wind in the air envelo.. more..Writing
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