His soul has a paradox <br />So much contradiction <br />Is his dream fiction, or non fiction <br />Running life through clocks <br />By The natty as a fox <br />wraping his heart with locks <br />But suddenly got unwraped by some eye knocks <br />That knocked him down after being strong <br />That lasted for so long <br />Although that smile of her was a pong <br />Her words were his best song <br />she was the SILVER BULLET <br />That didn't get the lane wrong <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />A mugger who mugged his mind <br />He would love those moments to rewind <br />But always thinks that he was blind <br />Eventhough she was kind <br />Abhorance in her soul he did find <br />That pulled him down to the floor <br />He Tried to stand up <br />But his core was begging to give up <br />Cuz of his feeling of being sore <br />Forced him to Walk directly to his death <br />Cuz his soul was chained to her everysingle breath <br />He couldn't stand up and fight <br />Although he was a great knight <br /> <br /> <br />But she was his light <br />His SILVER BULLET <br />Sincerly he knew that from the begining <br />But her warm heart <br />Melted his frozen one <br />He had the thrust <br />But he could never mistrust <br /> <br /> <br />Those eyes that once retreived the key <br />Of the chained locks<br /><br />Ahmed Tokyo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silver-bullet/
