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Pierced HeartI was talking to my friend, and i wanted to fend, for my boyfriend who lied, and i cried, because i knew it was true, i was such a fool, to believe he was good, i should have punched him if i could, raise hell and make myself feel great, i could have locked him behind the gate, the gate of hell, as iwatched him fell, through the gates of darkness to the underground, and i found, what would become of me? and that made me see, what a fool i would be, there would be no glee, i would never be free, locked down by the gate, i would have no fate, that is when i would start, feel the bullet going through my pierced heart. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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