She’s been fighting
a world war
with herself
for a long time now.
And her mind is trying to create
an atomic bomb
for her heart.
While her heart raises an army
for her mind
And the war, like them all,
Tears her apart from the
Inside,
Out.
And all the old people ask
What she wants to be
When she grows up
And she responds
"happy"
With a smirk.
Because she knows she won't be
And the old people know it too
Because war is never truly won,
It is merely deferred
to the advantageous
So as her heart
And her mind
Play tug of war
With high strung emotions
The balance is tipped
And the battle is won
But the war is far from over.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
She’s been fighting
a world war
with herself
for a long time now.
And her mind is trying to create
an atomic bomb
for her heart.
While her heart raises an army
for her mind
And the war, like them all,
Tears her apart from the
Inside,
Out.
And all the old people ask
What she wants to be
When she grows up
And she responds
"happy"
With a smirk.
Because she knows she won't be
And the old people know it too
Because war is never truly won,
It is merely deferred
to the advantageous
So as her heart
And her mind
Play tug of war
With high strung emotions
The balance is tipped
And the battle is won
But the war is far from over.
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