Xixi Cape

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My Head Is Facing The Invisible Gun. - Poem by Xixi Cape

He's not the one.
He's not the one.

My head is facing the invisible gun.

He's not the one.
He's not the one.

And picking petals was no fun.
I cried knowing i'll still be lonely.

He's not the one.
He's not the one.

I've played too many games. they weren't fun.
Ready to say the words he wants to hear.
I'm tired of writing about you, my dear.

He's not the one.
He's not the one.

Never would think I'd fall for a friends ex.
Your voice sounded so at ease when you would say, xixi.

He's not the one.
He's not the one.

But I love him so.
Washed upon a beach shore.
Grappling the sand.
Reaching out for someone.
That would reach out for me.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 5, 2010



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