Here he is...The man I used to love. The man I could talk to, To cuddle, To hug. As these droplets of tears fall around my face... My heart aches to be washed from this place. This box that I am confined within... Has no pictures, No songs, Or friends. My hand reaches out and grazes his skin, But he feels nothing, He's lost in his pain. My words whisp past him again. His own little box... Smaller than mine... Leaves him no space, For love or for time. He sits by and waits, For his path to take him far away. Somewhere ... Somewhrere...Where he'll never hear this song whisper in the wind.
Reason for writing:
I know he will end up going to this stupid war. We're just waiting.
Birth sign: Gemini
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