To preserve both sides at all costs <br />hopes steering broken hearts <br />forces tried by shielded weathered flowers <br />ripened in poison <br />held by hands of Gods <br />The last position covered before dying <br />destroyed by missing lovers <br />in the shell of chaotic offensives <br />surviving the scores settled by written injuries <br />in the air of surrendered space <br />extending flying white flags in spite of a never give up demeanor <br />impossibility sentimental for hours during fire <br />a total momentary glace seeming strange to me <br />most importantly was the so called way to die <br />in opposing poisons was the sword <br />between enemy lines your company was still intact <br />emissaries of great futures neglected in the past <br />high level risk takers of rudimentary intelligence <br />cornered your last morning with hypothetical orange cones <br />advanced warnings from hidden agendas began to surface <br />through rough waters <br />and the last dropp of poison <br />the first group out of sin<br /><br />Kylee Wells<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bags-of-bombs-on-august-5th/
