☆ Poems of A Daydreamer ☆

Word: Chaos

You Are The Chaos

They are alone.

No, that is wrong. They are surrounded by soldiers, running and screaming, fighting and bleeding. That is wrong as well. These people aren't soldiers, they're people who are just fighting with no cause.

The wind whips around them, making their knotty hair thrash, yet they still look beautiful. The sky is gray and swirling, an ominous sign of the end.

The end, when will this end?

The air is filled with torture, fear, hopelessness. All because of them, and not, at the same time.

If only they'd listened to the warnings. Chose their family and their old life over love.

If only they had been strong enough. Strong enough to realize.

They could have avoided this chaotic war and it's tragic end. They could have saved everything.

All if they hadn't fallen in love with you.

-Bielle