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"Bullets, Flames, and Tears"

Poetry By: RaisinGirl
Poetry



I just don't kiss and tell...


Submitted:Apr 25, 2009    Reads: 199    Comments: 6    Likes: 6   


The freaks hiding wthin the fire

set out to free your every desire,

make you forget all your fears,

while everyone just disappears...

Once, you had trusted in me

and now you are running free,

while the sliding doors enclose,

on me, with every single dose...

As I'm drinking this bitter potion

so addicted to the tainted notion,

that, somehow, I myself can see,

through this incurable disease...

Please make up your mind now

before I have to tear it down,

or leave it up to the wise ones,

and regret what you'll have done...

Someday I will outsmart them

steering the wheel and then,

forward, I enter into the eye,

of the cyclone, inside my mind...

I fought real hard and steady

bang! the pistol was so ready,

my hand touching the barrel,

while the foolish await in peril...

I didn't mean to pull the trigger

I just felt so filled with vigor,

so I got swept up by the sound,

from down here on the ground...

But it's only a blank, my love

not to worry, a bullet from above,

came hailing down from up high,

raining flames down from the sky...

Burning all the towers of pride

filling my veins with tears inside,

but they are just blanks as well,

it's just that I don't kiss and tell...





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