Person With Bullets

Person With Bullets

Person With Bullets

Person with bullets with no guns,
BAM! . . .BAM! . . .BAM! . . .BAM!!!!
“You wanna be hurt” 4 bullets went straight to my heart,
My bulletproof heart failed me, broken into and disabled,
My firewall helpless against these bullets,
Fire some shots back but my dynamite not enough to reach it’s destination,
Raise my hand for you to save me, but some more shots are fired with no gun,
PULL MYSELF UP WITH WHAT’S LEFT OF MY STRENGTH,
I try to fire a few shots hoping they turn into flowers when they hit you,
They fall down instead as they’re bricks of meaningless words,
Tears roll out of my eyes as ice they land on the ground, hoping you’d hear the cries nested within them,
My cartridge is empty, I don’t have anymore bullets to fire,
I can’t pierce through your heart, with flowers and chocolate,
but my bleeding heart vulnerable for you to finish off, you’re the person with bullets after all,

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