Lovely Weapon

poem by: Theresa Taylor
Written on Jun 23, 2016 

She was born with a gun in her hand
Easy shot; she had you from the start
You hold her body only; she's in your head, she's in your heart
But it's red eyes and tears
For you, my love, my dear
This lil' beauty comes with a price
Safety first and practice your aim
Love doesn't always play nice

 

Tags: love, anger, metaphor, imagery,

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Mike Undlin commented:
I think I've met her!

 

 

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