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"Bullet Riddled"
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South Side Of Love Bullet Riddled
She feigned lovesicness,
the disease that sucks you in
swallows you whole,
Makes you feel
through walls
that once stood steel.
Her caravans were relentless
taking me places where only dreams
can travel in sips of liquid ardor,
Where life unravels
at the mere mention of rivers deep,
In the middle of drown
where hearts have fallen
wayside,
In ringing shots of drive-by lovers.
There are no drugs to save me
no miracle cure insight
without the future being the past
to see what destroyed me,
The insanity
of believing in you.
6-19-05
This was a great poem with wonderful wordplay. \m/ - Aya