Heat-Seeking-Missiles

by reginadee2014

Heat-Seeking-Missiles

Heat-Seeking-Missiles
Regina Puckett

Taunts thrown like little sharp darts
Aimed to pierce through your heart
One mean word will only sting a little bit
Not that it’s something you’ll ever admit
But each one stabs painfully at your soul
Heat-seeking-missiles reaching their ultimate goal
And when there has been enough bloodshed
Your inner spirit will be drained and dead

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