And now the time has come my love
To end this wretched war of change
To cut these restricting choking reigns
To say the words enough is enough.
A feeling that killed a thousand poets
As it poisened their thoughts and pen.
Time now to lower the flag on the turrets
If there is no peace then why pretend.
I shall miss you like a ciggarete
For you damage me yet I need you so
Your taste, and smell I shall not forget
But now your smoke I must blow.
This bed shall beg for your return
This heart shall harden for a while
But I shall remember and I shall learn
That peace cannot be found in denial.
Not Long Left
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