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PattyPixie
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Here's a few of my poems. They're about a year old, but I still like them.
Southern Soldier Boy
The smell of the fire.
The sound of the gunshots ringing out in the background.
I could hear your voice.
Begging.
Pleading for water.
In the haze of smoke and bullets,
I ran to your side.
You were there,
Laying in a crimson pool of your own blood.
"I love you," You said as my tears fell on your dirtied sack coat.
I wiped your hair away and kissed you.
Hoping everything would be better like the fairy tales of youth.
But nothing happened.
All I could feel was the blood on your lips as you slipped away.
Now, I sit here.
Still shrouded in black.
Mourning the loss of the only one I'll ever love.
Praying
More than anything
That I may soon be with you.
Southern Soldier Boy
The smell of the fire.
The sound of the gunshots ringing out in the background.
I could hear your voice.
Begging.
Pleading for water.
In the haze of smoke and bullets,
I ran to your side.
You were there,
Laying in a crimson pool of your own blood.
"I love you," You said as my tears fell on your dirtied sack coat.
I wiped your hair away and kissed you.
Hoping everything would be better like the fairy tales of youth.
But nothing happened.
All I could feel was the blood on your lips as you slipped away.
Now, I sit here.
Still shrouded in black.
Mourning the loss of the only one I'll ever love.
Praying
More than anything
That I may soon be with you.