Trigger Happy

Trigger Happy

A Poem by Shawna

With this gun to your head
You look so beautiful
The words on your lips
The taste on your tongue
It's all so sensual
As my finger lingers 
Waiting to pull the trigger
Your words become honest
Your heart becomes holy
I made you a believer
With this gun to your head
You look so beautiful
The words on your lips
The taste on your tongue
It's all so sensual
Begging for forgiveness
A simple way out 
Your tears have no meaning
One last kiss
No one knows what we're about
Pull the trigger, no longer in doubt
With this gun to your head
You look so beautiful
The words on your lips
The taste on your tongue
It's all so sensual

© 2014 Shawna


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Added on April 28, 2014
Last Updated on April 28, 2014
Tags: gun, pain, love, hurt, death

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Shawna
Shawna

Newland, NC



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I'm an Atheist. I don't believe in God, but I do believe in aliens. I love music. My favorite bands are Asking Alexandria, HIM, Black Veil Brides, Sleeping With Sirens, Pierce the Veil, Picture Me.. more..

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