GUNS AND BULLETS We call it a crafted lifeless piece of wood, even though it looks like a gun The reality is, without bullets settling down inside a gun, it is as useless as a toy gun firmly held in the hands of a young little boy Going deeper, we wouldn't really call it a gun without bullets ruling inside of it. And the bullets might not find it's easy to fulfill its own mission without being placed inside that crafted lifeless piece of wood So, it wouldn't be out of place, to say, their survival and honor strongly depend on each other Baby, our love is like Guns And Bullets This is what Janet said when she looks straight into my eyes I am just like a toy gun without its bullets, baby, I am incomplete without you... Baby, you are my bullets The moment she said, I am her bullets, I coughed out, what I call impressive laughter Of course, I wouldn't keep quiet, I need to shoot her back with words This is my own little poem; Baby, I am just like ...
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