A concave of yellow and blues
A cryslist fall, had i only knew
The roots dug deep, for a memory I kept
A treat
And a plague -
I feel between the cracks of a battlefield slave
A war for ownership.
And a sweetheart to save
Her scent was forced upon my mind
With a rifle to pave the way
And 100,000 other heros...
All with fantasties the same way
Whatever we could tell ourselves
To face the falling petals of the day
We told ourselves everything was alright
We told ourselves the victory was worth the fight
We found a spiraling duality, of force to claim the right
Until the petals all fell right on time
And the world's sins were laid left to bare
As another season's trees left time and again to whither
The flowers had not learned their lesson
A Purple Heart concealed,
To bloom yet again..
Another time.
©palewriter
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