I shot interpretations at her heart
My accuracy shifted when expressed
And though I chose a sleek, metallic dart
Intentions were mercurial, at best
The aim of my interpretation failed
And even if it didn’t, I was screwed
Although I could control the way it sailed
Its meaning fell apart, was misconstrued
I took a second shot, but used a blank
It scared her, then we laughed, and then we cried
I’ve never used so serious a prank
If I’d have used a bullet, she’d have died!
I put my gun away; we had a drink
I thought of love, but didn’t want to think.

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