Bullets of Love
[By:Pragathish]
I have my
pen on the paper,
A gun above me ear
You,waiting to pull the trigger,
Blam,Blam,Blam,Blam!
You buried the bullets of love
They drove me like divine drugs,
and shoved out some suave songs.
Me,a poet?Sham!
You are the poet,
And you are the poem too.
’)
