Revolver
Return the innocence you took,
afraid, we were, to even look,
so paranoid of being mocked,
revolver in your hand half-cocked.
Without a compass, lost at sea,
destruction was our destiny,
time and time, left alone,
with just the scent of your cologne.
Copyright © Danielle White | Year Posted 2009
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