War Zone 505

I need to see your eyes again
Lying against mines
Telling me your beautiful lies
Deep searching mines
Telling stories about castles
And moon enchantement.
I don’t know if you can feel
That the way I used to be
Destroyed me
Changed my being
To a better dream.
You should know
How your hand
How your fingertips,
How your sweet lips
Melted my soul
How the lack of sleep
Made me push more
And more
Into this dark hole
I like to call home.
We walking
through all those gigantic buildings
Smaller with every step we take in
The bad they once did.
I love nights of poetry
And bad whisky
Red tears
Warm wine
My soul
The day
You left.
This poem
May be garbage
But I know that
These words
May lead
My soul
To a new war.



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