Life

War of life

March 23, 2008

walking barefoot
in this sweltering heat
i am searching for a place
i was searching for nothing
when you came in
on a sunday morning
coffee in one hand
newspaper in other
you brushed past like the early morning breeze
and gently whipped up a storm in my cup
unable to steer the boat
caught in the eye of the storm
i crashed down like a pack of cards
into your waiting arms
they say time flies in love
and before we knew it
it was all over
how can i still believe
we are in love
when my bed is no longer mine
how can i still believe
you love me
when his scent still lingers
on the side of the bed
walking barefoot
in this sweltering heat
broken into a thousand pieces
scattered all over
i am searching for a place
to rebuild myself piece by piece
when the fears subside
and the wounds are healed
when only scars remain
and no one left to blame
i will be the long forgotten soldier
coming home to fight
yet another battle
in this war of life
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note: a reflection of self.

  • marcy segovia February 24, 2012 at 2:31 pm

    B.E.A.U.T.I.F.U.L!!!!!!!!!!! AMAZING!!!!! TOUCHING