Murder of Love

I was arrested
for murder
he asked me
to do it
I pulled the

trigga. I put
the bullet in
his heart
for love.
he was nothing

good for me
I put that bullet
in love
and let it die.

he was the
bullet to
my banga
I shot
him

in the
heart
now I
take the
charge.

poem by Larria LabryReport problemRelated quotes
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