He Comes Back At Five
HE COMES BACK AT FIVE
Shoot me twice
In the head
Please be sure
I’m
Dead dead
hate him so
crave his kiss
hate me when
i miss his bliss
Love is blind
But I’m not
Suffering
Is passion’s plot
Guts on fire
Banging head
Shoot me till I’m dead dead
So be kind
End it all
Ain't no time to
Stall stall
He’ll come back
Straight at five
Can’t find me alive live
Shoot me twice
In the head
Verify
I’m dead dead
Shoot me twice
Aim it square
Stab me if you dare dare
Shoot me twice
Aim it square
But don’t
Muss up
my frigging hair, hair
Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2012
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