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Lips On A Gun *WARNING*
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Portfolio I grasp my lips and pull them off my face,
the picture of you in my eyes is blurred out.
Within me a fire is ressurected when I touch your skin,
only it isn't your skin, it's just the velvet case
of a tiny revolver, with pretty litte bullets.
I could just kiss the lips of the barrel.
Your eyes stare me down as I lift the gun,
there was never much to see in me
just a pretty little girl,
No common sense.
I hold my lips in my hand,
replace it with the gun,
let the cool metal rest against my chattering teeth.
You're the dream I see when I try to sleep,
you're the beat I feel when I cannot breathe.
Fingers wrap around the gun,
hug it close to my worn out mouth.
You used to tell me my lips were so soft,
so I'll send them to you in a box.
Van gough had nothing compared to me,
my lover,
my other.
Here goes the best kiss you'll ever have:
BANG.
