Pound for pound.
Round for round.
Sight and sound.
Look what I've found.
Love and loss.
A stupid coin toss.
The air is the boss.
Our lives are the cost.
No one knows.
But everybody shows.
****** bows and heart-shaped arrows.
A blow to the head and a broken nose.
Running to the end.
Wonder who they're gonna send.
They never cared to lend.
Or to see if the pieces would mend.
Jul 1, 2011
Jul 1, 2011 at 7:58 AM UTC
Pound for pound.
Round for round.
Sight and sound.
Look what I've found.
Love and loss.
A stupid coin toss.
The air is the boss.
Our lives are the cost.
No one knows.
But everybody shows.
****** bows and heart-shaped arrows.
A blow to the head and a broken nose.
Running to the end.
Wonder who they're gonna send.
They never cared to lend.
Or to see if the pieces would mend.
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