oh soul, kind soul
how you saved your brothers
oh thoughts, kind thoughts
how you think of others
made to go to war
the body of a soldier
pursuing his duty and all
with hands made for butcher
eyes so light
with hope reflecting
the scars on your face
which you struggle hiding
oh bloody, dear bloody,
code black, code black
a shield to wield
keeping you on track
negative and stone cold
they told him to be
a warm hearted child
who would die to protect me
YOU ARE READING
Talking heart
PoesiaTransferring my thoughts in form of poetry. To understand myself, probably, maybe.
