War

by Lindsay MD   Jan 5, 2008


The bombs are falling and i hear people calling out my name. as the smoke rises, and day soon becomes night.
i'm falling into your arms again, my sweetest love is a carefree dove that falls as the last shot is fired.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Rhiannon

    This is really beautiful.
    I can't pretend that I know the two meanings you meant for it to have, but it did have two for me.

  • 18 years ago

    by Lindsay MD

    Just something i thought up one day, it somewhat has two meanings to it.. well. from my point of view it does..

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