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May 2013
The revolver,
to my head,
has one bullet.

Finger steady,
on the trigger,
I can't pull it.

The thoughts racing,
through my head,
around and around.

Head in the clouds,
please pull me down,
so my feet touch the ground.

I have always been addicted to you,
from the day you walked into the room.
Blue dress, blues eyes,
bright as the moonlight.

We kiss under the stars,
and say the world is ours.
Where did those nights go?
No one knows.

The sky,
it grows dark,
the sun hides away.

My eyes,
they grow weary,
memories fade.

As I pull,
on the trigger,
fate rings in my ears.

I smile,
cause I know,
you are somewhere near.

I have always been addicted to you,
from the day you walked into the room.
Blue dress, blues eyes,
bright as the moonlight.

We kiss under the stars,
and say the world is ours.
Where did those nights go?
No one knows.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
Written by
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio  29/M/Salem, New Hampshire
(29/M/Salem, New Hampshire)   
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