LETTERS FROM THE FRONTLINE The Citadel fell into the earth a sinkhole, a placard, and dirt. and Ill miss you more than broken limbs Id rather have the hurt. Sappers to the front line drawn to tear apart the clay, out this trench of broken hearts we hope to find our way. But I will try my best for you yes I will try my best for you I will try my level best for you My darling, sabres rattle in the still time heals time heals or it kills the horse is stable broken down dead hoofs live upon the ground journals fray and ink wells parch and sweetness? Sweetness turns to starch But Ill be the phoenix if youll be the flame as we rise from these ashes to claim to claim our love again. My darling, Im underground. The waters short but well die before were found it cant be long, it wont be long now but Ill find my to you through a thousand throats a shattered arch adieu. Well I am home now, and what have you done? You coquette while I sleep beside a gun. Laying in that bed with him while our country goes to war as I watch my friends give up their lives is this what theyre dying for? And I take it all back. I take it all back. because love is just a moment that we calcify in time as it rises it will fall again the dead leading the blind and the further from the flame we draw the less we feel the heat now the needle barely breaks the skin and I hope we never meet again.
Posted on: Fri, 03 Oct 2014 09:27:09 +0000
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