Poetry

Thursday, 5 November 2020

Hurt me

 Come on don't you shoot me

Donut don't, donut don't shoot me

You know you are my sugar coat

Ohdon't don't shoot me


I've heard the goat, and I mustn't gloat

But it's not a patch on me

Oh I hear you now, through the crowd

Like a sea

Yes I can hear you loud, Just promise

Don't hurt me


Don't shoot me down, like the other planes

With your artillery

Don't let me burn my crown of thorns

In the burning tree

Oh don't, don't, just please

Don't hurt me


I'm not some kind of a doll

You can pull and push around

You can't eat my heart like it's a cruel art

That makes you feel profound

Oh don't, no don't

No darling won't you stop hurting me.

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