"Both of them lived until both of them died, so goes the legend of Bonnie and Clyde."
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You took me from my home, Mr. Barrow
and took me on a wild adventure
robbing banks, outlaws on the run
sure, at the beginning it was dandy and fun
but you don't love me, do you?
I didn't know what I was getting into
that damned wife of your brother's
can't keep her mouth shut
and I miss my mama
I miss my mama
oh, won't you take me back to my mama?
I've known all along that we were to die
could we just lie? side by side?
We're in the papers, Bonnie & Clyde
oh, yes kiss me
make love to me, my darling
you say you'll hurt me
you say I deserve more
but I don't care
I'm in love with you
and that look in your eyes
tells me
that you're in love with me too
hungry eyes
needing eyes
pleading eyes
those eyes will be the death of me
they think I'm your wife
your brother's wife looks down at me
and you let her
why do you let her do that to me?
you don't even fight for me!
but you fought for me, darling
and all this killing
is killing me
slowly
surely
we're going home to mama now
thank you, darling
but mama doesn't want anything to do with me anymore
"Mr. Barrow, you know what you're doing."
mama lets you take me away again
and I cry
but you hold me when I cry
and kiss away my tears
so I guess that you do love me
because if you didn't
you'd leave me somewhere
when I tried to leave
you ran after me
and told me to never scare you like that again
so I think you love me
and I love you too
so if both of us are to die
we may not make it to each other's side
I know one thing that's for sure
we'll both either live loving
or die trying.
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PoetryA collection of poetry. Classic feelings added to classic thoughts equals classic poetry. Rated PG-13 for language. © 2015 layschips1