Loaded with a bullet of jealousy,
The kind which makes you lousy,
Conjuring a thousand reasons why they are unreachable,
You get the mental investigations wrong every time but remain unteachable,
Loaded with a bullet of heartbreaking loneliness,
When a dreaded distance makes you miss their comeliness,
Beautiful memories of the last meeting aggravate the pain,
Thoughts of hopeful anticipation bringing a momentary high to the brain,
Loaded with a bullet of care,
A care that almost makes you want to be their air,
You worry whether they are alright,
Praying they perpetually walk in a horizon that's all bright,
Love is a loaded gun,
A beautiful rose with thorns,
It must be plucked delicately,
Or the hand that plucks it bleeds.
Brussels © February 2015 afesehngwaHilary
