Wednesday, January 5, 2011

A Battlefield.


The battle sound calls
I stare across the field
Memories scatter under my feet.
The love, the pain, all so real.

You peer back at me
Your lying eyes deceive.
You press your words to draw me in
But I won't come, I plant my feet.

Guns and canons burst around us.
But fire as well, we don't.
As much as my heart wants to join in.
I promise myself I won't.

I know you're not worth it
I thought you were my friend.
But this just goes to show you.
A war is hard to end.

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