Did it come across you?
Sorry...
But you were aiming at me from the beginning
Making me a cardboard target
Jumping in the dark to frighten you
Strangely, a little ago it was signs
Guiding you home,
And pigeons you could catch roasted
With a look,
And a protective shirt against bullets and coldness
Stop this horror festival
And your childish pleasure with fireworks
Allow me to shoot the bullet of mercy
Or let me invite you to a completely different film
Without a sensitive string, mines, ice cream in the cold
Or a wrong kill.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment