You came into my life
like a hunter
an his rifle.
You held me in your arms
and when I tried to run you
made me fight and
even when you knew I was right
you’d make sure I’d lose.
But I’ll swear on your bible
that next time you’re standing
on my porch in the pouring rain
I’ll scream at you -
“Don’t you dare
try and paint me black
when I
used to be pure gold.”
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
You came into my life
like a hunter
an his rifle.
You held me in your arms
and when I tried to run you
made me fight and
even when you knew I was right
you’d make sure I’d lose.
But I’ll swear on your bible
that next time you’re standing
on my porch in the pouring rain
I’ll scream at you -
“Don’t you dare
try and paint me black
when I
used to be pure gold.”
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