She the perfect match;
Im not heightening a white flag.
To blow in the breeze of our past, waring love.
invisible bombs dropping in our heads as thoughts,
Tankful actions to betray me…
May the land minds of our words,
Self destruct, may the tank lose course,
May the spiralling bombs around us, to cease.
The end of our war, belongs to future loves.
May they be more understanding, less prideful.
May the war cease, the flag to hover whilst blue jay’s pass nearby;
May the sun set whilst you’re smiling in-front of him.
May your smile stay bold and flawless,
You deserve to be content, i do know.
I love you…
To lose your massive pride,
Would mean to me, that I’m worth it too, am i?
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