fingeronthetrigger//:

fingeronthetrigger//:

A Poem by kerr

baby hold on

before your gone

they tell me your losing it

i almost threw a fit

focus on me and all we can be

let me be the key

to you happiness hon

now put down that gun

they aren't worth a second of your precious time

and of course they aren't worth a dime

oh sweetie you mean so much to me

c'mon get off that ledge - be with me.

© 2008 kerr


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Added on July 10, 2008

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kerr
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Listowel, Canada



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