Point the gun And
Pull The Trigger
Ruin The Fun And
Call A Digger
My life wont be long
My life is done
At the end of this song
With the sound of a gun
But Before I'm done
I'll call the digger
Now point the gun
And pull the trigger
My life was harsh
But now i'm sober
Just a little dash
Now its over
You took my heart
Now my life
as you replace cupids dart
with a long sharp knife
My heart is yours
Take it to keep
As I cut these pores
With cuts so deep
I Answer the door
Here is the digger
Now point the gun
And Pull The Trigger....
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Author:
deathinlove63 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: about a certaint girl... comment and rate
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Comments1
The rhyming was enjoyable. It seems like it is about love....and she screwed you....old story, and be we either girl or guy....screwed, we wish to die....you expressed it well....it is sad.
getting screwed was an understatement with what happened to me and this girl.....
Wow. I am VERY sorry....
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