Bullets of Love

She is always screaming bullets of love.
I hide, before she starts aiming at me.
I make a wish, let me be an angel.
Give me those two wings, to fly, to be free.
Make this war invisible like the wind.
And blow the painful times out of my mind.

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Theo Peters

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10-11-2011

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