the way of life ; poems

I could

I could walk away

and never try again,

I could lie once more time

and say this is goodbye.

I would wipe away my tears

and say the bad will disapear,

I could say I never cared

and give you a cold stare.

But baby you know me best,

your my bullet proof vest

and no matter how much you shoot me

I'm not ready to lose you yet.