War torn world A battlefield that tears us from the soul While we wander the wasteland we were only unlucky people Consciously stepping through the uneven lands Some new world never known to exist before Crept ever so slowly wondering when it will come The war was never one that you thought it would be Possibly it was first thought that you would win Simply seeking the way out of all the misery Clinging onto the hope that it would be like you thought Sadly the battle never turns Never do the tides turn from the murky reds Forever the land will bleed Being stained with the wounds of hate and disgust Those small moments of where the war does not shine through Are the false moments of hope that victory may come near Blindly ignoring the booms and blast echoing behind all the smoke We both solemnly prayed for it all to end Then one day it did No one won Only Defeat
Just some random shortish poem about relationships and the lies that we tell ourselves in an attempt to make them seem like they will get better.