Dec 2014
Each time you said my name,
gun shots went off in my mind;
warning sirens.
But I often mistook them for fireworks.
Your words were like bullets,
the kind Cupid would use if he had a shotgun.
They killed me.
But not as much as they made me feel alive.
gun shots went off in my mind;
warning sirens.
But I often mistook them for fireworks.
Your words were like bullets,
the kind Cupid would use if he had a shotgun.
They killed me.
But not as much as they made me feel alive.
I'm still working on this one, I think.
As long as you keep speaking to me, of course.
As long as you keep speaking to me, of course.
