Walks in with a smile, out with pain,signs with a trigger, never talks again,
Why? Why did you dry my only well?
Why? Why throw my snowman in hell?
Saved your life when i saved my bullet,
blood, printed your sins, a damn booklet!
Got hate for you but love hurts you better,
the heart's fierce, the soul's furiously bitter,
get the hell out of my head, O, a bad dream,
well not every tear is from a cry or a scream!
Love poetry collection
"Hurt"
~Andy Mwalasha
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