SHOOTING BLANKS
I’m shooting blanks into the day, when I
can’t have my way, and talking to myself,
Of pain, of bitter truth, and lies. I cry,
And leave a stain, a heart in pain – yes, both.
Then love grabs hands, “can’t we just get along?”
My knees drop low, to beg, forgive - he laughs!
Tis all a joke! ...
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