Honestly
Because you asked
I think it’ll be wrong of me to sit there and try to decipher what’s going on in your mind when i can’t find mine.
Sweetheart I’m lost
The little boy that used to live here is no longer home.
I think it’ll be wrong of me to judge your character when mine is barely surviving.
Sweetheart I’m at war
I smile when tears flow through my eyes
I think it’ll be wrong of me to tell you a lie when the truth is hard to hide
Sweetheart do as you wish
I rather die as a soldier with humility than live as an arrogant king.
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Wow this is very poignant and kind of sad. I loved your poem and wanted to congratulate you on your placing on the Leaderboard!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉
'I smile when tears flow through my eyes'. I felt those lines.