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War of Love

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You hold a gun to my chest

As I hold a flower to yours

Your words the bullets

Your hatred your gun

Your mouth is an arsenal

Your tone, your words a

Weapon of mass destruction

 

My words are a daydream

One long forgotten in the

Seams of your uniform.

My hopes in you patched into

The stitches of your armor

 

Our love was a battle ground,

My heart became a massacre,

Your battalion of insults the culprits

All I wanted was a kiss

Not the poison that dripped from your tongue

 

I loved you like a daydream

You hated me like a nightmare




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