littlemisscloud writes

Field Of Warrior Hearts

I was filled
with such a slow, weighty sort of voidness
that robbed me of all my insides
when she broke the news to me
it must have been hell
trying to put a stonewall combating
through the days,
​counting mornings that has been
molded into numbers
every living thing in this world dies
but never place such doubts over love
to be a rather slow suicide
instead
learn to waltz through the wars,
old and to come


-a.