So there's this girl A small girl with tired eyes She says she loves me And I wish that I could believe her That she was anything more than just Water flowing through my hands And when the bucket is empty I'll still see her, and it won't be the same
So there's this woman A stressed woman with worried eyes She sees nothing more than the night before She asks "Are you okay?" And I tell her, "No, I'm not." And we leave it at that. And the next day We do the same thing.
So there's this gun A gifted gun with one beckoning eye It is darker than anything I've ever stared at. And when I look into it, I get scared. Because I want to be whole again, To feel the sun on my skin To feel that hair in my face To feel those lips on mine. But the sun is killing me. Because I can't be your sun.
So there's this note. You don't have to read it It doesn't have much merit. I just thought about you So I found my gift. My wonderful god given gift. To leave everyone I care about. Because the sun gives you cancer.
I hate this poem and it ***** and I'm not that good today, so I'm sorry.