My eyes, blinded by illusion,
And love I used to shun,
I hid from the sun,
Against my heart, I held a gun.
As my insecurities turned the soul colder,
I couldn't take it any longer,
Like a suicide bomber,
I decided to pull the trigger.
With a smile as bright as the sunrise,
You pierced open my blinded eyes,
Your soul made up of all the love of the cosmos,
Turned the gun into a rose.
Without a sword, a struggle or a painful war,
You conquered my insecurities,
I shine as bright as a star,
Dreaming about Us in my fantasies.
I wonder what is happening to me,
In silence I hear a beautiful melody,
Even in the cold mist there is a warmth in my heart,
As I saw Us in your eyes and together We are Art.
Doing it for the troops
The others dropped like flies around me. We fought and struggled to get to this point. I'm the only one left now. The objective is right there. A mere two hundred feet away. The last of my team got a bullet to the head right next to me, but I couldn't do anything. I was able to locate and neutralise the sniper as he shot my friend, so his death was at least not in vain.
By Mohammed Darasi6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
So Lovely