Love Hurts By Christòpher Angelò

A women is like a gun.
She can aim for love and think she is your rip, but miss fire.
A smart man will give her a different gun and it should only aim higher.
When a women knows and a man feels that she is his rip, their will be
no fib.
Only the one holding the gun can pull the trigger.
It's only if her other bullet hits,
Then go figure.
Her lead can go deep in you and spread,--

One first look in her eyes,
But could of been a shot to the head, instead thy heart was punctured of man.
Only she will say that man is my soul mate,
Like destiny,--
Fate,--

No lies.
One shot to the head,
DEAD.