• Soldier,

    by  • August 12, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Waxing Poetic • 2 Comments

    On the first page of our story
    The future seemed so bright
    Then this thing turned out so evil
    Don’t know why I’m still surprised
    Even angels have their wicked schemes
    And you take that to new extremes
    But you’ll always be my hero
    Even though you’ve lost your mind
    Now there’s gravel in our voices
    Glass is shattered from the fight
    In this tug of war you’ll always win
    Even when I’m right
    Cause you feed me fables from your hands
    With violent words and empty threats
    And it’s sick that all these battles
    Are what keeps me satisfied
    So maybe I’m a masochist
    I try to run but I don’t wanna ever leave
    Till these walls are going up
    In smoke with all our memories

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    2 Responses to Soldier,

    1. Sonny Crocket
      August 12, 2013 at 10:21 pm

      Remember the Alamo !!!!!!!!


      Remember the Alamo?

      It’s all in your ability to see the probable future.

      It’s like an old Zig Ziglar speech about emphasis, voice inflection & listening:

      “I did NOT SAY I abused my husband” vs.

      “I did not say I abused MY HUSBAND”

      Just Sayin’


    2. I say
      August 13, 2013 at 3:50 am

      This is beautiful. I can relate one hundred and twenty percent. “An angel with her wicked schemes”… lol. I confess, I am a masochist myself. I wonder when the battles end.



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