You are the poem
I never planned on writing
You are the war
I never planned on fighting
But here I am
Here I am
Armed with nothing
But words
Armed with nothing
But words and a pen
The ink flows like bullets
From a gun
My pen
Rests comfortably on my hands
My speech stutters
Like the fluttering wings
Of a songbird
I found my voice
Like a lost child in the woods of your embrace
To enchanted to be scared
To scared to be enchanted
People often say
"Fools rush in where angels fear to tread "
But I am the fool
Because I followed an angel here
This was the battle manhood has taught me to dread
The one poem stuck in my head
Consisting of sonnets
Verses
Stanzas
Verses
Guns
Swords
And soliders
This is the battle
Where the heart takes over from the head
A coup d'etat
If you will
Bending strong will to soft spots
So here I stand
Waving my white flag
I surrender to you now
My verses will speak about you
These guns ready to defend you
My sonnets versed to adore you
Because you are the poem
I never planned to write
You are the war
I never planned to fight
But its an irony
How war and poetry is compared
To loving you
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