You are the bullet.
I do not see, I only hear,
We connect, we cohere.
A split-second moment, we are kin,
As you skip across my skin.
You leave a mark, a life-delay.
You are a scar,
A ricochet.
Sep 29, 2011
Sep 29, 2011 at 10:08 PM UTC
You are the bullet.
I do not see, I only hear,
We connect, we cohere.
A split-second moment, we are kin,
As you skip across my skin.
You leave a mark, a life-delay.
You are a scar,
A ricochet.
I'm naming my kid Ricochet. It's cool. - This is basically about someone who has left an impression when only known for a little while.
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