white flag
she’s in my head now
[how can she not be]
having gone off to war
without saying goodbye
she’s off to change the world
oh how I want to tell her
[but never will I speak]
how there’s nothing
left to change
only pieces to be moved
lately I’ve been dreaming
of tanks and bombs and drones
awakening my bones like clockwork
[in the year nineteen ninety-one]
waving a white flag
and bringing her back home
june two thousand nineteen
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thank you very much, friend
You’re welcome! Great poetry 🙂
I get shivers reading this! xo
As you know I am not a fan or war, but thank you L/T
Yup, I know.