Discussion in 'Black Poetry - Get Your Flow On!' started by skrybe7, Sep 21, 2003.
homage and pennance
in the form of words of love
by divine shotgun
Give us both barrels.
No one is worth suicide.
Am I wrong? This is how I took this poem.
Love hurts... until someone else comes your way...and they will.
I thought long and hard on this one... suicide?
hey.... wishing you love.
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