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we sit together at lunch,
i punch you, not trying to harm,
but you you flinch away and scowl,
you're clutching at your arm.
i cant channel my emotions right,
and when i do, its always to late,
my bullets are really snow white doves,
because my love comes out as hate.
i danced away the night
with you right at my side
but when i got all crazy
we both went off and cried
i cant channel my emotions right,
and when i do, its always to late,
my bullets are really snow white doves,
because my love comes out as hate.
my love is like my fire,
burning deep inside,
it can burn but it is strong,
so strong, that some have to hide.
i cant channel my emotions right,
and when i do, its always to late,
my bullets are really snow white doves,
because my love comes out as hate.
you have yet to leave me,
for a weaker, softer girl,
i'm astonished that you haven't yet,
and i hope you never will.
because i cant channel my emotions right,
and when i do, its always to late,
my bullets are really snow white doves,
because my love comes out as hate.
- by ellie_schuey |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/06/2009 |
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- Title: My bullets are doves
- Artist: ellie_schuey
- Description: rhyming poem about how i feel about bob. (read my journal)
- Date: 07/06/2009
- Tags: love fickle sorry
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