Battlefield
Battlefield
As if a sip,- of poison could call
A lost soul, home to it's beloved
Each bottle filled with emptiness,- empty promises - with a hint of love
A taste so intriguing,- neglected hearts persuaded by lines, false news to report
Of whom awaits desperately for war
This soldier of love fallen,- called home
A battle lost,- within the heart
No longer in arms reach,- of any aid.
An abandoned heart,- to love
Thus a gun, left behind this battlefield.