I was happy in my tree
Shooting bullets at the sky
What do you want with me
What is it you think I see.
Who do you think you are
Why don't you give me back my heart
It wasn't yours to take
It isn't yours to break
Maybe you don't understand
But Left In the hands,
of someone you love
Happiness is nothing
But a loaded gun.
I was peaceful in my sleep
Skimming pebbles on the tide
What do you need from me
What is it you think I mean
Who do you think you are
Why don't you give me back my heart
It wasn't yours knick
It isn't yours to fix
Maybe you don't understand
But Left In the hands,
of someone you love
Happiness is nothing
But a loaded gun.
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Author:
Edthepoet (
Offline) - Published: May 9th, 2017 18:56
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Comments2
agreed, lovely poem
I agree to I mean I've never been In love and never had my heart broken In that sense but I lost my brother and this poem just meant so much to me. X
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