Tucked in the barrel of a loaded gun
My grip was tight until I grew weak
Tired of pointing my words at you
I realized I was through with you
Tag: Gun
Defense Mechanisms
You often raise your voice
As if you are raising a gun
But while some holster a weapon
With the intent to kill
I see your loaded words
As merely an emotional shield
Used frequently and deliberately
With the intent to protect your ego
What's Mine Is Yours 