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It’s so hard to stay when you’re so far away & I want to see your face just one more time Even in a great storm Cold, snow, rain, fog, or warmth I’d walk ev-er-y mile to have you in my arms Even through all the pain & the screams of yesterday Bursting bombs, blown up tanks, war sounds ringing’ in my brain I still hear all the cries “don’t you die”… “you’ll be fine…” “Stay with me” … “you’ll survive…” “We’re gonna be alright…” I reopened my eyes, saw bright hospital lights Life support’s running thin, I no longer qualify I hear the Corpsman talkin’ when one of ‘em walks in and says “sir, you’ve had a very good fight… it’s time to call it…” Unable to move, with no strength left to lose I just let the tears slowly roll down my brui-sed cheek If it’s my last day and I’m placed in the grave I just want you to know I’ll still find a way, ‘cause, see… It’s so hard to stay when you’re so far away & I want to see your face just one more time Even in a great storm Cold, snow, rain, fog, or warmth I’d walk ev-er-y mile to have you in my arms I said, it’s so hard to stay when you’re so far away & I want to see your face just one more time Even in a great storm Cold, snow, rain, fog, or warmth I’d walk ev-er-y mile to have you in my arms I’d walk ev-er-y mile to have you in my arms I’d walk ev-er-y mile to have you in my arms I’d walk ev-er-y mile to have youuu and to be with you forever… 05.30.2022 Every Mile 12:01am
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Jun 2, 2022
Jun 2, 2022 at 9:17 PM UTC
desireisdope
Every Mile
It’s so hard to stay when you’re so far away & I want to see your face just one more time Even in a great storm Cold, snow, rain, fog, or warmth I’d walk ev-er-y mile to have you in my arms Even through all the pain & the screams of yesterday Bursting bombs, blown up tanks, war sounds ringing’ in my brain I still hear all the cries “don’t you die”… “you’ll be fine…” “Stay with me” … “you’ll survive…” “We’re gonna be alright…” I reopened my eyes, saw bright hospital lights Life support’s running thin, I no longer qualify I hear the Corpsman talkin’ when one of ‘em walks in and says “sir, you’ve had a very good fight… it’s time to call it…” Unable to move, with no strength left to lose I just let the tears slowly roll down my brui-sed cheek If it’s my last day and I’m placed in the grave I just want you to know I’ll still find a way, ‘cause, see… It’s so hard to stay when you’re so far away & I want to see your face just one more time Even in a great storm Cold, snow, rain, fog, or warmth I’d walk ev-er-y mile to have you in my arms I said, it’s so hard to stay when you’re so far away & I want to see your face just one more time Even in a great storm Cold, snow, rain, fog, or warmth I’d walk ev-er-y mile to have you in my arms I’d walk ev-er-y mile to have you in my arms I’d walk ev-er-y mile to have you in my arms I’d walk ev-er-y mile to have youuu and to be with you forever… 05.30.2022 Every Mile 12:01am
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I am certain they DID bury me with Mum.   (sonnet #MMMMMMMCLXXVI) Memor'al weekend's here, and summer thence In tow as wont:  my stockings in betrayl Hang limply, needing to be washed, and stale Cuz warmth is now a constant, with those scents I had forgot:  that sour note haunting sense, As to perspire is what we'll do sans bail The next four months, erm straight, t'exhale Nor think of sweaters, chill our sweet defense. Watch golden shafts, while Maple leaves half stir To fragile whispers, tricking shadows to Shift vaguely 'cross grass' carpet, skies deep blue And moody, clouds mair grey, light ghastly, poor As listning to the kitchen sounds in tour, The music gone, how static mocks which cue? 26May18b
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May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 8:35 PM UTC
JennyGordon
I Think I'll NEVER Find My Bearings
I am certain they DID bury me with Mum.   (sonnet #MMMMMMMCLXXVI) Memor'al weekend's here, and summer thence In tow as wont:  my stockings in betrayl Hang limply, needing to be washed, and stale Cuz warmth is now a constant, with those scents I had forgot:  that sour note haunting sense, As to perspire is what we'll do sans bail The next four months, erm straight, t'exhale Nor think of sweaters, chill our sweet defense. Watch golden shafts, while Maple leaves half stir To fragile whispers, tricking shadows to Shift vaguely 'cross grass' carpet, skies deep blue And moody, clouds mair grey, light ghastly, poor As listning to the kitchen sounds in tour, The music gone, how static mocks which cue? 26May18b
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