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I met a boy at the age of 18.
He had no arms license,
but his hazel eyes,
often shot bullet holes through my soul.
An unarmed robber,
he stole my heart,
using soft empty words,
as his intangible weapons of choice.
I was never clumsy,
but I stumbled into his hold,
swooned by late night flirting,
unwritten promises,
and a closure on distance.
All too soon,
I relied on him for a false sense
of happiness,
of caring,
of love;
of something to make me feel alive.
He never told me he wanted to be a magician,
but he put on a disappearing act
and vanished into thin air.
To this day I wonder
if he shot himself in the mouth with a pistol
would he still claim
that I pulled the trigger?
- by Deboodt_Lady |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/11/2014 |
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- Title: Unarmed Robber Who Became A Ma
- Artist: Deboodt_Lady
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Description:
When I was 18, I dated this who treated me like no one ever treated me and he was suicidal. And one day he completely disappeared on me and to this day I have no idea what happened to him, but I looked to him for love and comfort which was quite naive of me.
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Thank You! - Date: 09/11/2014
- Tags: unarmed robber became love lost
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