Thursday, 6 March 2014

blown to bits poem

Go on, shoot. Blow me to bits
I wont feel a thing.
You think I didn't see you aiming for the heart
you think I will desert, go on take the shot.
send your grenade flying through the air
I'll catch it with both hands
I wont be the first to fall on no mans land.
come on, fire away, I'm ready to take the hit
I dare you, put the bullet through my head
Come and blow me to bits.

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