Pluck
-Sky Summer
It takes forever,
To see a genuine soldier,
That can spread his wings,
Full of love and vow kisses,
And that can turn,
Your cold heart down.
He's like a flower,
Deep to be seen,
And nowhere to be plucked,
Differently mix with terror,
Wisdoms aviator,
That's worth the heart to be plunged,
Not by a spear,
But those ways to deserve,
The beloved soldier.
Sadly, just by a pluck,
A drop of misty clock,
Everything went blunt,
And comes the sorrows stunt,
Of a soldier's crying heart;
It takes only a pluck,
To tear him apart.
