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Apr 2014
Inside, my insides turn inside out,
heart wants to cry, but the mind just shouts.
Picking up on signals I missed,
tied in a knot, I'm no contortionist.

I hear the gunshot go off in my ear,
I feel the bullet pass through my brain.
I taste the blood on my tongue,
I try but I can't reach the reigns.

Out of control,
it's overload,
unbearable,
it's just not me.

Shifting the plates,
out of their place,
this new terrain,
is scaring me.

Outside, the outside world ousts me,
all because she brought out my disease.
I'd burn you down if I could, I would,
I'd pull the trigger, trust me, I'd shoot.

Trust me, I'd shoot,

It takes two to tango my dear,
I ruined you, you ruined me,
it's no big deal.

Crash and burn into my heart,
and of course, that was just the start,
you left a scar.

On fire and flying high,
like a meteor up high,
I'll crash and burn like you did,
into the heart of another.
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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