War!

War! short poem

I don’t remeber what I tried to forget
Lost words that were better left unspoken
The days that were gone, that were never to happen again
You were one in a million and I was a thousand to two
Now is the time to forget, for the flames to burn me and you
Until we are, the ashes of our past
I’m crying, with my deepest voice
For my sins, that were once yours and mine
I’m sorry, maybe, we’ll never meet again.
Remember the time, when my eyes would speak to you
The birth of a dream, on your quivering lips
The start of a journey, that knew no end, until now
We all fall prey, to the voice of our glory and pride
Forsaking our fate for the love that once burnt, bright
Do we stand for a reason, our mistakes, a lesson
For the good and evil to learn
Our moments together, to live for, the truth or to die
We were once lovers, but we fight till death
Who would win this war, is it the beginning to an end?

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