If you shot me with your gun
I wonder- if it would make me feel..?
You have had me tossed caressing what was once zaftig and turned simply into "oh, that one".
I wonder- if your mental switch-ery makes me ideal?
After everything you have said, tearing away that of mine which you find superfluous and overdone;
I wonder- if I could ever heal?
But, regardless, you have had your devilry and grotesque fun,
When you took that shot through me with your ****** gun.
I can now fathom what it means to feel.
I can now realize that this pain is what makes it all real.
Jan 9, 2011
Jan 9, 2011 at 8:48 PM UTC
If you shot me with your gun
I wonder- if it would make me feel..?
You have had me tossed caressing what was once zaftig and turned simply into "oh, that one".
I wonder- if your mental switch-ery makes me ideal?
After everything you have said, tearing away that of mine which you find superfluous and overdone;
I wonder- if I could ever heal?
But, regardless, you have had your devilry and grotesque fun,
When you took that shot through me with your ****** gun.
I can now fathom what it means to feel.
I can now realize that this pain is what makes it all real.
This poem flowed out unprovoked.
Thank you for reading.
