Gun

You,

Always reminded me,

Of a gun,

Because your words,

Killed all my hope,

Faster then,

His sword ever did.

And I guess that,

There are different kinds of weapons,

And you were the one,

That I chose to stay close to,

But in the end,

I was the deadilest,

Because you never saw,

That underneath my skin,

Was a bomb,

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